In a grand and ornate hall reserved exclusively for the first ranks of the Ashphen camp, August stood before Zephyr, the Great Sorcerer. The aftermath of the recent incident at the camp still hung heavy in the air, and the news of Night Shade's demise had cast a sombre shadow over the proceedings.
The hall itself was a sight to behold, its opulence matching the status of those privileged enough to gather within its walls. Elaborate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of ancient battles and legendary sorcerers. The ceiling soared high above, supported by intricately carved pillars that seemed to touch the heavens. Soft, warm light emanated from crystal chandeliers, casting a gentle glow upon the polished marble floors.
