The Palante Empire, capital Hershalraym.
The Congressional Building, a grand hall stretching long and wide, unfolded behind towering doors several meters high.
On the seats, the members of parliament whispered in close conversation, their faces painted with complex expressions of tension, doubt, and curiosity.
Beneath the dim lights, the air might as well have been solid, with only the dust motes dancing in the play of light and shadow.
When the Prime Minister entered the hall, the atmosphere within the chamber abruptly peaked with urgency.
Following the Prime Minister were his political allies and several confidants, their expressions equally solemn, yet in the depths of their eyes, one could see unyielding trust and support for the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister's figure appeared resolute and decisive, donned in a formal black suit. Unlike usual, a golden Cross Holy Radiance adorned his collar, or perhaps it was the Church's stigmata.
