This place was large… the room was white with large crystals and hundreds of magical seals and circuits built into the walls.
This was somewhere in the imperial capital. This was a secure room. A location like this was designed with the sole purpose of extensive high-level communication.
Without the possibility of interception.
This particular one was built in the imperial palace, and being able to come here meant you were upper echelon in the world of Aetherus.
And naturally, a meeting like this was not without reason. A man with golden hair streaked with silver walked down the halls with an imposing air around him. His eyes were steady, yet his golden gaze carried the weight of too many years, giving him the vestige of an ancient relic.
By his side was a man that looked like him, though his aura was different like the harsh glow of a sun still at high noon. His eyes were sharp and cold, like death itself had taken a golden form.
