The council chamber loomed before Canila and his team, a grand hall built with intricate stonework and glowing with enchanted lights, casting eerie shadows across the room. Hidden by Kael's cloaking spell, they moved with measured silence, blending into the shadows as they found vantage points behind tall pillars, where they could observe the council's assembly undetected.
Council members filled the chamber slowly, each one draped in regal cloaks and bearing symbols of rank and power. Canila recognized a few faces: esteemed leaders, mages, and scholars who wielded their influence in Elysium. Their expressions were dark and grave, the air filled with an unspoken tension.
The council's chief speaker, a tall, silver-haired woman named Lyra, raised her hand, and the room quieted. Her eyes swept the room, almost as if she could feel a presence that shouldn't be there. Canila held his breath, hoping Kael's spell would hold under her perceptive gaze.
