A vast, circular chamber sat at the highest level of the royal castle.
Black stone walls rose toward a domed ceiling, lost in shadow. Faint purple light pulsed through intricate carvings etched into every surface, ancient runes that seemed to shift and breathe when not directly observed.
A massive round table dominated the center, its surface polished to a mirror shine, reflecting nothing but darkness. High-backed chairs surrounded it, each occupied by figures whose very presence made the air heavy and cold.
This was the Nightmare Council.
The highest authority in all of Nemure.
Naturally, as the Sovereign of Nemure, Xeron sat at the head of the table.
