High Chancellor Morvain
The dragon kingdom arrives first.
Interesting.
Not because the dragons are the most fearful. Because they are the most practical.
High Chancellor Morvain watches black‑scaled dragon envoys move through the lower corridors of the neutral summit fortress while winter storms batter the cliffs outside hard enough to shake ancient stone walls.
The fortress sits beyond all four kingdoms. Neutral territory. Old territory.
Built centuries ago after the first war nearly destroyed the continent entirely.
No banners fly here. No kingdom claims ownership.
And yet, for the first time in generations, all four ruling councils gather beneath the same roof again.
Interesting. Deeply concerning.
The vampire delegation arrives next. Silent. Controlled.
Silver‑eyed nobles gl
