The grand meeting room, typically a hub of calculated discussions and decisive actions, felt oddly subdued today. Long shadows cast by the towering windows played on the richly adorned walls, where tapestries depicting historical battles seemed to come alive under the flickering candlelight.
The polished mahogany table, at the center of the room, held an air of silent authority, around which the council had gathered. I couldn't help but notice how Aurelia, usually the epitome of focus, seemed lost in her own world.
I leaned forward, tapping my fingers lightly on the table to get her attention. "You are not listening, Aurelia," I said firmly, my voice slicing through the thick silence. I placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, grounding both of us in the present. "We are talking about the rogue demon attack in the human realm."
