The pristine white doors parted with a soft hiss.
Kael and Theo stepped through and into the heart of Silver Mane's command hall—the Circle Chamber.
The air inside shifted, heavier, more focused, a palpable weight of intent.
Rows of arched seats stretched around the room in a rising circular formation, built like a reverse coliseum.
Stone-tiered and silver-edged, each level ascended slightly above the last, wrapping around a central speaking platform made of polished obsidian.
The lighting was subdued but precise—thin beams of mana-threaded light illuminated each row without casting a single shadow.
Every footstep echoed with chilling clarity, and the faint, constant hum of enchantments whispered through the very stone beneath their feet.
