The reception hall was a masterpiece of interdimensional diplomacy and Dragon Realm hospitality, transformed into something that could accommodate beings whose very existence defied conventional physics.
Crystal columns soared toward a ceiling that seemed to stretch into infinity, while floating platforms at various heights allowed winged guests to mingle comfortably with their terrestrial counterparts.
The space hummed with carefully controlled magical energy, temperature zones shifting seamlessly from the Phoenix delegation's preferred volcanic warmth to the Ice Giants' frigid comfort zones.
Floating refreshment stations offered everything from crystallized starlight to what appeared to be bottled aurora, while the interdimensional mariachi band had been strategically positioned near a sound-dampening field that prevented their enthusiasm from shattering the more delicate guests.
