Sequestered deep within the heart of the Halo of Prosperity, in a clandestine chamber born of an unyielding bedrock, a group nobles from various kingdoms of the past assembled.
The vast underground room was a study in contrasts, where nature's chaos intersected harmoniously with the rigid precision of architecture.
Centered in this room was a massive table of obsidian mahogany, around which sat discontented lords and ladies, their faces etched with the lines of suppressed dissent and brooding disquiet.
At the head, Susanoo Mikoto, son of King Izanagi, Omikami and Tsukuyomi's brother, held court, his fiery hair a stark contrast against the cold serenity of his gaze.
The room filled with a pregnant silence, ripe with unvoiced fears and covert thoughts, poised on the brink of eruption.
Then, like a match to a fuse, Lord Aadi of Kailash, a man with eyes as ancient as his lineage, ignited the conversation.
