December 20th, 1896.
Undisclosed Location, Amerathia
A cold wind howled outside the secluded estate, nestled deep within the Virginia countryside. The building was an unassuming mansion on the surface, its architecture blending with the aristocratic homes of the wealthy elite. But beneath its foundations, hidden from the public eye, lay a sprawling underground chamber where the true masters of Amerathia convened.
The room was dimly lit by a grand chandelier, its golden glow casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. At the center of the room sat an oval table made of dark mahogany, large enough to seat a dozen figures. The air was thick with cigar smoke, and the faint scent of old parchment and ink filled the space.
