Roak

The chamber of the council is a vast, vaulted expanse, where echoes of ancient wisdom seem to reverberate off the walls. Alena and I stand at the center, our shared resolve a tangible force that contests the weight of centuries held within those stone confines. The members of the council, shrouded in the timeless garb of their offices, observe us with eyes that have seen the rise and fall of empires.

“Esteemed council,” I begin, my voice steady as the ground beneath our ...