Interlude: The Council Of Kings
The grand halls of Zephyrion, the floating citadel of the angels, were radiant, the light filtering through the celestial marble casting soft, ethereal shadows across the room. Statues of the Old Gods stood vigilant along the walls, silent reminders of an ancient order. Today, the five leaders of the world's great races gathered under the guise of unity, though none among them felt kinship. The Council of Kings, a temporary alliance forged in times of crisis, was nothing more than a brittle truce, often stained with old grudges and hidden agendas.
This was one such time.
It had been called only in times of great crisis, and now, the shifting of the world's balance demanded their attention once more.
