The grand chamber of Aetherion felt heavy with silence, a palpable tension hanging in the air as Chancellor Lisanor rose from her seat. Her crimson robes rippled with a subtle flicker of magic, her eyes blazing with a seriousness that instantly drew every gaze in the room. She held a small crystal orb, glowing faintly, in her palm. Her voice was sharp and authoritative, cutting through the whispers that had been floating around the chamber.
"Esteemed members of this council, I regret to begin our session today with grave news," she said, her voice echoing in the vastness of the chamber. "We have received word that an entire country, a proud and ancient land, has fallen." She paused, her expression filled with a mixture of disbelief and anger. "The Kingdom of Sarindel has fallen to the group known as the Devil Coffin."
