In the circular chamber of the Black Ring Council, the torches tremble not from the wind, but from the power of the words spoken. Thoth-Amon stands, his voice heavy with promise and veiled threat, while shadows stretch along the walls carved with ancient sigils.
Few dare to meet his gaze. Fewer still dare to oppose him. Dissent lingers in the air like a breath held too long then is smothered by silence. One by one, the council members bow their heads.