In a dimly lit room where the source of illumination came from glowing runes that were etched into stone walls, their faint, flickering light cast long shadows over a group of twelve.
This was no grand throne room or opulent hall but was a simple, yet well-guarded chamber nestled deep within the heart of a buried, forgotten Temple of the Old Ones.
The floor was covered in dark stone tiles and the air smelled faintly of damp earth and incense. The walls were lined with shelves filled with scrolls, tomes, and relics that emitted sinister and ominous auras. At the centre of this room was a large, round, wooden table. Its surface was polished but signs of old age could be seen on it due to how old it was.
