The main discussion was being held in a massive hall that resembled a parliament chamber.
Soaring ceilings, rows of elevated desks on one side where party members would sit—and on the opposite side—a smaller, more concentrated arrangement that formed the clear focal point of the room.
Every seat was angled toward this central area, every eye would eventually be drawn there.
It was designed for confrontation, for debate, for the kind of high-stakes negotiation that would determine the futures of worlds.
Currently, the demi-human officials from all seventy-eight realms were settling into their seats.
Files were being opened. Documents arranged. Glasses of water placed within reach. The tension was palpable, thick enough to taste.
This was going to be a fierce fight, and everyone knew it.
Three factions currently occupied the room.
The first, of course, was the human faction, led by Nadia.
