The grand hall materialized from arcane force to a masterpiece of jade and white stone sculpted by hands that understood the nature of reality itself.
Pillars rose like frozen moonlight, carved with ancient runes that glowed softly with contained power, supporting a ceiling that seemed to stretch into infinity, although it wasn't. The entire space radiated wealth and authority in ways that transcended simple decoration.
Fifteen men bearing black wind-emperor pendants filed through the portals and took their positions before their designated seats.
Sael and his butler stood rigidly behind one side of them, waiting with the patience of those accustomed to hierarchy.
Everyone present understood the significance of this gathering, the Vice Sect Leader of the Boundless Wind Sect, known throughout the continent as the Wind Emperor himself, was about to grace them with his presence.
