Illyria's brows furrowed. Her emerald-green hair shifting slightly as she leaned forward. "What was it, then?"
The air in the council chamber grew heavy, thick enough to feel in the lungs.
A quiet tension settled over the room. Making even the floating magical lights above the long obsidian table flicker faintly.
Seris didn't answer right away. Her golden eyes glowed softly, scanning the faces around her.
She let the silence stretch. The kind that made people lean in without realizing it.
When she finally spoke. Her voice was calm and smooth, but it carried weight.
"That," she said, "is what we're here to discuss."
With a small flick of her hand. Blue mana swirled into the air. It formed a clear, glowing image above the table.
A large complex made of white stone, ringed by tall, shimmering walls.
Guards in polished armor patrolled the area, alert and well-armed. Protective barriers pulsed softly around the buildings.
