The great hall was silent, a palpable tension in the air as the world's mightiest gathered, each of them carrying the weight of entire races and legacies.
The atmosphere crackled with an almost suffocating intensity, as though space itself bowed to the overwhelming presence of these ancient beings.
The gathered figures, cloaked in their resplendent auras, each radiating a unique energy that was both comforting and intimidating, sat in silence.
At the long table, each seat was occupied by a representative of the great clans, their bloodlines stretching back millennia.
The race heads sat upon their high thrones, each one a monument to their power, and their voices were like thunder in the minds of all who dared listen.
There were no pleasantries exchanged, no frivolous words.
This was not a place for idle chatter.
They were here for a singular purpose, and they would waste no time in arriving at it.
