The Obsidian Grand Hall was a marvel—an impossible blend of the ancient and the modern, woven together with a level of grandeur that defied description.
Towering onyx pillars lined the vast chamber, each engraved with golden runes that pulsed faintly with arcane energy. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, adorned with an ever-shifting cosmic mural—not a mere painting, but an actual glimpse into the universe beyond, where galaxies swirled and stars flickered in real-time.
The walls carried tapestries of history, depicting wars, victories, and the rise of the Obsidian bloodline—woven not from fabric, but from living magic that allowed scenes to shift and breathe.
Yet, beneath the ancient prestige, there were touches of the modern.
