The chamber resonated with an air of quiet yet unyielding authority.
The vast space, lined with ancient stone and shimmering runes, was a place where the leaders of the most powerful races in existence gathered, a place where decisions of immeasurable consequence were made.
At present, the weight of the decision that hung in the air was unparalleled, for it concerned not only the survival of their respective race but the very balance of the world itself.
This was no ordinary meeting.
The competition, a legendary event held once in every centamillennial, was rapidly approaching.
This contest of immeasurable stakes would determine not just the fate of the champions, but also the future of the realms.
The selection of the world's representative had long been a subject of intrigue, but it had now been made unequivocally clear: Anthony, son of Michael, the Sword Saint, was to be the one who would stand for all races, human and otherwise.
