The Grand Council Chamber of the Kentari Dominion was a masterpiece of arrogant, precursor architecture.
It was a massive, amphitheater-style room built of blinding silver and white gold, designed to make anyone standing on the central floor feel incredibly small.
Lucifer did not feel small.
He stood perfectly still in the center of the chamber, his void-swirling eyes scanning the tiered seating. The heavy, ruby-red Blade of Ruin hung casually at his hip.
The room was packed. Hundreds of wealthy, heavily jeweled nobles, high-ranking generals, and elite merchants of the Ringworld had been summoned.
They did not look like conquered subjects. They looked furious, insulted, and aggressively defensive.
