The council hall of Frost Halberd City is like the heart of a wounded beast, beating slowly amidst the embers of war.
This hall, serving as the political center of the Northern Territory, has a deep gray dome, resembling dense clouds looming overhead.
The walls are adorned with the silver eagle banners of the Edmund Clan, standing alongside the Empire's golden dragon banners, symbolizing an order yet precariously fragile.
Duke Edmund, draped in a gray robe, leans half-heartedly against his chair, his pale fingers gripping a wooden staff tightly.
Though he remains authoritative, his physical appearance can no longer conceal the signs of death.
Sitting to his right is Louis Calvin, clad in a Red Tide cloak.
He wears a smile, his gaze falling on each attendee warmly, as if using that tranquility to quell the unease in the room.
The meeting has yet to begin, but the air is already heavy as lead.
Everyone knows today marks a pivotal moment in the Northern Territory's power shift.
