Tashran Kingdom's capital, far under the surface.
Inside one of the secret chambers hidden deep beneath the royal palace, its entrance concealed behind a heavy iron door that was known only to a select few, a historical moment was undergoing.
It was a place of secrecy, a place few servants dared venture. The air inside was thick with the scent of old stone and lingering arcane residue, the kind that hinted at forgotten rituals and forbidden knowledge. A low hum filled the space, reverberating off the cold, stone walls, as if the very stones themselves were alive with the energy being conjured within.
The room was vast, its dimensions stretching farther than most would measure. The floor, uneven and worn by centuries of use, was lit by dim, flickering lamps that cast long, wavering shadows across the room.
