Mira’s POV
Storm the Council Chamber at Dawn
The first light of morning illuminated the sky in shades of gold and crimson as we neared the enormous conference room. The air was heavy with expectancy and the fragrance of imminent change. Ryker strolled alongside me, his typically cheery demeanor replaced by a somber stillness. Behind us, a squad of faithful warriors marched in unison, their footfalls reflecting our commitment.
The conference room loomed ahead, its great towers slashing the early mist. Guards stationed at the entrance strained as we came, their eyes widening in familiarity and uncertainty. I met their gaze, unflinching.
"Stand aside," I instructed, my voice firm.
They halted, staring at each other before moving away. The massive doors creaked open, displaying the sump
