The council chamber in Yino was a perfect reflection of its philosophy: dark, practical, and serious.
The black stone walls absorbed the light from the purple crystals, creating shadows that seemed to move of their own volition. The darkness writhed and twisted at the edges of vision, as if alive.
Six figures sat around a circular table carved from black crystal, magical obsidian. The material had been specifically chosen for its ability to absorb and contain abyssal energy, making it nearly impossible for any beast to spy on the meetings.
The King occupied the main seat, his face partially hidden by shadows while he studied the maps scattered across the table. His presence seemed to make the very air heavier, more oppressive.
"Let me understand the situation," he rose slowly. The shadows seemed to stretch with him, as if they were an extension of his body.
He began walking around the table, his steps resonating on the stone with deliberate weight.