The Imperial Tribunal Chamber was a monument to justice and political theater in equal measure—a vast hall designed to accommodate not just the seven magistrates who would determine my fate, but the Empire's most influential nobles whose presence transformed this trial into a spectacle that would define imperial politics for generations. As I was escorted to the defendant's position, I noted representatives from every major noble house seated in the gallery, their expressions ranging from curiosity to carefully controlled concern.
Emperor Quinn Slatemark presided over the proceedings from an elevated throne that emphasized both his authority and his supposed impartiality. To his right sat the seven magistrates who would actually render judgment, while to his left, a section had been reserved for magical experts and imperial scholars whose testimony might prove relevant to charges of demonic contamination.
