The meeting began beneath a sky covered in gray clouds.
It was almost as if the weather itself understood the mood of the Human Domain.
The Grand Assembly Hall stood at the center of the capital.
It had been built to host the most important decisions in human history.
Wars had been declared there.
Treaties had been signed there.
Kings had surrendered their authority there.
But never before had the hall contained a question as dangerous as the one waiting inside it.
Peace.
Or war.
The large doors opened.
The representatives of the Holy Church entered first.
Their white robes moved across the polished floor as they walked toward their seats.
At the center of their group sat the highest-ranking bishop present.
His expression was calm.
But his eyes were cold.
Behind him stood several high-ranking priests and representatives of the Church's military branch.
They carried no weapons.
They did not need to.
The Church had never relied solely on swords.
