Far from the Everburn Aerie Continent and Thalassphere Arx.
The meeting within the Triarcan Keep began its slow conclusion, the echoes of countless debates still lingering in the vast halls. Tension clung to the air like fog that was heavy and unmoving as the last words of ancient ones and humans hung unresolved.
From her elevated seat carved into glowing azure stone, the Myrrnith Throne stood tall.
Her radiant blue hair flowex down her back like cascading water as he bore the visage of regality, her eyes sharp and her tone steeped in the gravity of the moment.
"What has happened with the one known as…King Primal," she began, her voice both calm and resounding, "does not change the grand scheme of things. We face a far greater danger. One that lies beyond this plane. One we must be strong enough to face."
The many human leaders seated below her stirred, the weight of her words drawing them from their contemplations.
