Cutting Ties
In the grand throne hall of the Demonstone Castle, the air was heavy with tension.
At the heart of this somber setting, Rowena sat upon her throne, her figure a portrait of regal restraint and quiet authority.
Before her, a semi-circle of seats was arranged, each equipped with an intricate magical device.
These devices hummed softly, projecting holographic images of various clan leaders, tribe chiefs, king and queen of small kingdoms.
The holograms flickered with dark light yet were clear enough for one to discern their features. However, out of the ten seats, only four were occupied by the shimmering forms of the attendees, highlighting the absence of the majority.