And so, the five godling leaders stepped forward, pressing their divine seals into the glowing parchment without an ounce of hesitation. Across the hall, every pair of eyes, from the trembling lords of the high kingdoms to the clueless masses in the lower stands who still couldn't grasp the true nature of the grand bargain watched in stunned awe.
With a deep, resonant hum, ten of the twenty-four magnificent Mage Towers shuddered. They rose majestically from the earth, rapidly shrinking into miniature, condensed spires of concentrated might before shooting through the air to settle precisely into the waiting hands of the godling leaders. Two towers for each godling race.
Seeing the godlings claim their prize, the Menagerie did not wait. Reacting with the same swift, predatory decisiveness, their delegates surged forward and slashed their signatures across the glowing text. Two more towers dissolved into beams of light, shrinking into the palms of their new owners.
