The meeting room was, at its core, just a meeting room.
A long polished table stretched from one end to the other, files stacked neatly on its surface, and chairs lined along both sides.
Yet beyond those simple furnishings, nothing here was ordinary.
The men and women seated at this table weren't minor bureaucrats or administrators.
They were the most important figures in the world… names that shook nations when spoken aloud.
Lucius's gaze drifted across the faces.
There was Valerian, attending in place of the Hohenberg clan head, his back straight and eyes gleaming with hatred as they landed on him.
There was Leo Silberhain, patriarch of the Silberhain family, seated proudly with his eldest son beside him, both dressed in immaculate silver-gray suits.
Further down the table sat the Runenforscher clan head, a gaunt man with small round glasses balanced precariously on his nose.
