In a vast chamber adorned with obsidian-black walls and a pristine white ceiling, a grand circular table dominated the center of the otherwise unremarkable room.
Seated around the table were seven distinct figures.
They hailed from seven different races, Human, Dragon, Elf, Phoenix, Vampire, Werefox, and Titan.
Each one bore the esteemed title of Grand Marshal, a rank reserved for those who had transcended the Exarch cultivation realm.
Beings of such stature were not merely leaders, they were legends.
Yet despite their immense power, despite the weight of their titles and the authority they wielded, the room felt strikingly ordinary.
So ordinary, in fact, that an ordinary passerby, unaware of the truth, might step inside and leave believing these were nothing more than ordinary individuals gathered around a table.
It was the Elf who broke the silence first, his voice composed yet edged with fatigue.
"Grand Marshal Alaric"
He began, his gaze steady.
