In the spirit realm of Sereveth, the meeting had no room.
It had no walls, no table, no torches throwing light across stone. It had only the presence of those who had been called and the weight of the thing they had been called to discuss, and those two things together were sufficient because the spirit realm did not require furniture to establish that something serious was happening. It established it through other means — the quality of the air, the specific density of the silence, the way the gathered presence of several powerful things in one place felt like standing inside something that was deciding whether to become a storm.
Sereveth had called them.
