The grand civic chamber of Ouro buzzed with the contentious murmur of three hundred municipal representatives gathered under the high vaulted dome.
On the central dais, three distinct factional scrolls lay unrolled before the presiding magistrate, representing the splintered visions for the city's future defense.
To the left stood Sava and the scribes of the Quiet Ink faction, demanding permanent municipal protection for chosen foreign bonds and sovereign refuges.
In the center stood Warden Oren and his veteran captains, advocating for an immediate living custodian appointment before public hysteria forced a worse decision.
To the right stood the robed elders of the One Voice priesthood, waving bronze censers and arguing that only an ancient divine entity could shield the sky heart from the underworld.
Hajin stood before the assembly rail beside Didi and Juna, his six celestial rings rotating slowly in calm defiance of the growing political clamor.
