The ancient chamber of the Magic Council stood in a land untouched by the politics of kings and queens, a hallowed place where only the most powerful mages of the continent dared to tread. Nestled deep within a mountain range that stretched far across the neutral territories, the council's grand meeting hall had been constructed millennia ago, a testament to the unity of magic that transcended borders. The chamber itself was a circular expanse, vast and filled with relics of the past. Ancient magical artifacts floated in midair, their surfaces glowing faintly with residual power, while inscriptions from civilizations long gone adorned the stone walls.