Multiple footsteps echoed endlessly as a few figures emerged from the gigantic doorway, the only source of light within the dark hall. Gradually, they proceeded toward the austere stone seats, positioned a short distance from the expansive crystal table around which they gathered. The stone surface beneath felt slightly damp, markedly less comfortable than the plush chairs they typically enjoyed. Nonetheless, they persevered, withholding any grievances.
The doorway was bright like a portal leading to the heavens. And the people who emerged from the light appeared like shadows.
The crystal table emitted a faint cold blue light. It is as weak as a flickering candle flame struggling against a capable breeze. One second it brightens and the next second it fades.
This is the Cradle.
