The chamber was dim. Adam could feel how the ravages of time had claimed the walls and floor and the ceiling that had hidden itself in darkness. Yet it looked so majestic. So vast.
The aura of ancient predators danced in the air, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Power play, he thought.
He stood at the center. In front of him, on the layered high dais sat several figures. All humanoid. He couldn't tell how many figures stood before. He could barely even glance at them without feeling his heart might erupt.
Their presence was suffocating, like he was buried under a tsunami. Heavy, like he was trying to lift an entire mountain on his shoulders.
The infamous Council of Vipers was the governing body of the Coil of Eternity.
Lord White had warned Adam. For all the reprimands and the chidings, the old snake truly did care for him. But even a being as ancient and as powerful as he could stall for so long.
