A few weeks before the beast rose from the Torshavn dungeon.
The Hexagon Hall was a room where no ordinary soul dared to tread. Located at the very heart of the Palace of Light, hidden behind corridors accessible only to those of royal blood or special invitation, this chamber held more secrets than the entire Sol-Regis library. Its walls were lined with polished black stone, reflecting the glow of six crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling—each representing a territory of the kingdom. In the center of the room stood a sturdy, ancient blackwood round table, its surface intricately carved with a map of Aethelgard so detailed that every river and mountain seemed to breathe with life.
Silence runes hummed faintly in every corner. No sound could escape; no one could eavesdrop.
That night, the round table was surrounded by the most powerful figures in the realm.
