CH349: DEAL MADE

The Council Chambers

The Council Chambers, once a testament to Cyclitharan grandeur, now felt like a mausoleum. The colossal dome, with its towering arches and marble-like columns, stood eerily still. The vibrant banners of old battles and triumphs that used to hang proudly now appeared faded and drained of life, mere relics of victories long past.

A cold wind, sharp and biting, hissed through gaps and cracks underneath the doors and windows, carrying with it the scent of fear.