The doors hush open into a room that looks like it was designed to bully every other conference room on the continent.
The entire outer wall is just floor-to-ceiling glass, curving with the circular shape of the chamber.
A panoramic sweep of the Veltharion skyline pours in — golden towers, skybridges, distant clouds drifting between skyscrapers like slow tides.
The sun bleeds through in a warm, regal glow that paints everything gold.
The table is round, heavy, elegant.Dark polished wood reinforced with aethersteel, smooth enough to see faint reflections.
In the center sits a quiet, rotating holographic projection of Aetheros.
As he walked in Nightwalker sighed, as expected the other Paragons weren't here yet— and he was intentionally 30 minutes late.
Without anyone to pour his frustration out to, he turned to Ashley. "Ashley, why aren't they here yet?" He raised his wrist to her face even though he wore no watch. "Don't they know what time it is?"
