The Holy Council.
A name that over the centuries had become more like a legend than a real institution.
Because most of the beings who took a seat there were so powerful that even the kings of the continent never got to see them in their entire lives.
And now, for the first time in several centuries, all those silent monsters were gathering again in one place.
Not to divide territory, not to start a war, but because they had all understood one truth: if they made a mistake, perhaps no world would remain to fight for.
The Heavenly Temple floated at the highest point of the continent.
A place above the clouds, where even breathing was impossible for ordinary beings.
Thousands of massive white columns stretched into the depths of the sky, and between them flowed rivers of light.
Silver and golden runes moved on the temple's walls, changing shape every few seconds, as if the building itself was thinking.
But despite the grandeur of that place, today even the temple seemed heavy.
