That night, the rulers of the three Undead Courts, Baba Yaga's triplets, and even the Firstborns that currently lived on Garlen had been assembled to discuss the matters at hand.
"This is all your fault." Dawn threw the pristine white helm of her Orichalcum armor on the huge round table while looking at her sister Night.
"Thanks to our brethren from Jiera, we had excellent chances to win this war or at least to permanently change the balance of power in our favor. Now that the Council got involved, the first real opportunity that our race had to become an integral part of society has gone down the gutter!"
The Bright Day looked like a woman of untold age, about 1.78 meters (5'10") tall with golden eyes without pupils. Her skin was whiter than an albino's while her waist-long hair was pitch-black.
