[: 3rd POV :]
A few days later, beneath the unified skies of Terria, the Grand Hall was once again filled.
Fifteen thrones stood in a crescent formation, each carved from materials that symbolised their ruler's domain.
Obsidian flames coiled around Demon King Xerath's seat.
Ancient emerald vines wrapped around Elf Empress Caelira's throne.
Lightning crackled faintly along the edges of Azure Emperor Zephyron's armrest.
Phoenix Force Ignivara's throne radiated low waves of heat that never burned.
Above them all, elevated upon a final platform, stood the sixteenth throne.
Daniel's throne.
The chamber hummed with restrained energy.
Unlike their previous gathering, this was no ceremonial audience.
This was about strategy, one where Daniel had informed them beforehand.
One by one, the rulers had arrived.
Demon King Xerath leaned back lazily, crimson eyes half-lidded.
