The darkened meeting unfolded in a place that defied earthly conventions. Suspended in a magical bubble, encased in the obsidian embrace of the night, three figures held court over matters that sent ripples across realms.
Within the mystical sphere, the elf king, a regal figure adorned with a crown that seemed to whisper tales of ancient lineage, stood with an air of both authority and weariness. His youthful appearance belied the weight of centuries, and the ethereal glow of his crown illuminated the lines etched on his face by the passage of time.
Beside him, the vampire king, a pallid figure draped in flowing black, exuded an aura of both elegance and menace. His eyes, crimson pools that reflected an ageless existence, surveyed the gathering with a discerning gaze. In the cosmic ballet of their suspended enclosure, he stood as a creature of the night, a sovereign of shadows.
