Far away from the Blue Spiral Galaxy, deep within the Prime Galaxy, a silent chamber slowly illuminated one projection after another as figures began connecting across enormous distances.
The meeting hall itself floated within the hollow center of a dead star that had long ago been converted into a gathering place for the Council, its inner walls covered in massive golden inscriptions that pulsed faintly whenever another projection stabilized into existence.
None of the figures revealed their true forms completely.
The pressure filling the chamber increased gradually with every new arrival until the very space inside the hall felt unnaturally heavy.
The discussion began almost immediately.
"Amun is planning something."
The voice echoed calmly across the chamber.
"That much is obvious," another projection replied. "The problem is that he refuses to explain anything properly."
