The grand hall of the Dark Council echoed with hushed murmurs and the occasional clink of glass as members gathered for their conclave. Shadows danced ominously on the ancient stone walls, reflecting the tension that permeated the air.
Seated at the head of the table, High Chancellor Veron, a formidable figure cloaked in robes of midnight blue, surveyed the assembly with steely resolve. His piercing gaze swept over each member in turn, conveying authority and expectation.
Around the table, the councilors, each representing a powerful faction of the supernatural realm, exchanged guarded glances. Among them were vampires, witches, werewolves, and beings whose true forms remained hidden beneath glamour spells.
"The time has come," High Chancellor Veron's voice rang out, commanding the atte
