War councils, these were quite common and Damon had attended quite a few in his lifetime. This war council was the place where people's lives and deaths were arbitrarily decided based on a few simple factors. Whether their deaths were a beneficial part of the military strategy or not.
Here, a few could decide the fate of the many and history could be written.
Damon pushed open the door of the large chamber and stepped inside. He walked up a small flight of stairs, his boots echoing softly, reaching one of the many seats in this vast council room. He moved toward the area marked with the crest of House Brightwater and the Empire and lowered himself into the seat with controlled ease.
This area was at the center of the room. From here he observed the other sections. Each of the seatings was arranged in order of continents, so there were nine areas and all but one was getting filled.
Damon frowned slightly.
