At the highest point of Threshold Seven.
The chamber was vast; its walls carved from conceptual stone that pulsed with layered defensive runes.
It floated at the highest point of the Threshold of Supreme Will, suspended within a pocket of stabilized reality that was fairly untouched by the slowed deterioration of the Prime Expanse
However, the air inside was heavy, thick with conceptual pressure that made even breathing feel like a conscious act.
Seated around a long, circular obsidian table were the highest authorities of this Threshold.
At the head of the table sat the two Exalted Wardens — figures that appeared only as pure silhouettes, their forms completely lacking any detail.
Unlike the lower stations, who existed as Ideas and could still hold onto fragments of their mortal appearances, these beings were Primordial Essences — the most primal, direct form of… well, anything.
