Raven stepped into the main hall, where sunlight streamed through the high windows and fell onto the marble floor, casting a solemn, oppressive atmosphere. The Elders were already in their seats, their expressions stern, as though a monumental decision was hanging in the air.
At his arrival, they all stood and bowed in respect. Raven gave a slight nod, his sharp gaze sweeping across each familiar face before settling on the central seat at the head of the room. He walked forward, took his place, and spoke in a low, steady voice filled with authority,
“What matter is so urgent that the council had to be summoned this early in the morning?”
The eldest of the council, his long silver hair tied neatly back, his bearing composed and dignified, slowly stood. With hands clasped in front of him
