Sharon arrived at the Continental Mage Council's embassy late in the evening, the sky above painted in deep shades of indigo, with the first stars twinkling faintly overhead. Despite the hour, the embassy grounds were bustling with activity. Nobles, mages, knights, and various attendants moved about, their voices mingling in a chaotic symphony of excitement, urgency, and nervous chatter. The embassy itself loomed large, an imposing structure glowing with enchantments that shimmered along its walls like the flicker of trapped lightning. Runes etched into the stone glowed softly, giving the whole building an ethereal presence. It was no wonder that only the most distinguished individuals in the mage world dared approach the embassy with confidence.