"A-ahem…"
A voice echoed in a vast room, commanding the attention of everyone within it.
The grand hall, an architectural marvel of dark oak and gold trimmings, served as the neutral ground where the eight remaining Warlords had convened. Towering columns lined the room, each adorned with intricate carvings of luxury. At the center of the hall stood a circular table, its polished surface reflecting the dim light of expensive chandeliers above.
The air was tense, thick with the unspoken weight of the absent ninth.
Warlord Fabian's demise had sent shockwaves through their ranks, and his territory's conquest by the mysterious "Lord of the Dead" was a matter none could ignore.
At the head of the table sat Thomas Aquinas, a figure as unassuming as he was legendary.
