The sun had just risen over the horizon, bathing the high white stone walls of Comers Palace in a golden glow. Birds twittered in the gardens, unaware that within, the atmosphere was charged with an electric tension.
Andrew stood, a silk robe loosely wrapped around his waist. His black hair, slightly damp, fell to his shoulders, while the purple glow in his pupils betrayed the recent awakening of his power. Around him, the private meeting room was already filled with extraordinary presences.
Crhono had arrived first, standing by a window overlooking the garden, his long cloak barely flowing with the power contained within him. His usually sarcastic expression was hardened.
Zaros stood at his side, the elegance of his bearing intact, though his silver tattoos flashed with a flickering gleam that indicated wariness. Further away, Draneg, enormous and muscular, with his iridescent scales, occupied almost half the room, casting inquisitive glances.
