The atmospheric tension between the Admiral and the General was shattered as the remaining seats were filled. One by one, columns of light descended upon the stone thrones, depositing the most powerful figures of the realm. Among them was Commander Malphas, his expression stern, and the princes of the bloodline.
Isabella was the youngest of four. Leading the brothers was Prince Charles, the First Prince, a man whose presence felt like a silent, suffocating mountain of gold. Beside him sat the Second and Third Princes, each radiating the same Draconic pressure that defined their lineage.
"The Council is convened," Prince Charles announced, his voice echoing with the authority of the throne. "Lower your auras. We are here for blood and strategy, not to measure the length of your shadows."
The Admiral and General retracted their power instantly, though the air remained ionized from the clash.
