An Extra’s POV
Chapter 546
There existed a massive hall at the heart of the Empire.
The grand hall stretched out before those within, a vast expanse of polished marble and gleaming pillars that reached toward the vaulted ceiling high above. Sunlight poured through towering stained-glass windows, casting vibrant hues of crimson, gold, and azure across the pristine floor, illuminating the space with an ethereal glow.
At the far end of the hall stood a long, intricately carved table of dark wood, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen. Nine ornate chairs were arranged in a semi-circle before it, each one adorned with rich velvet cushions and elaborate carvings that spoke to the wealth and power of its occupant.
Eight of the seats were already filled, their occupants seated with an air of authority and expectation. Each Lord was clad in fine robes of immaculate designs, having their respective colors on full display. Their attires were embellished with jewels and precious stones that shimmered in the dappled light.
They exuded an aura of confidence and strength, but within that bravado were expressions of solemnity.
Opposite the semi-circle that the chairs were arranged was a much grander chair--twice as large and thrice as fancy as the ones they occupied.
It belonged to the Emperor, but the seat was also vacant.
Above the table, a series of chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystal prisms catching the light and scattering it in a dazzling display of radiance. The air was filled with the soft murmur of conversation, punctuated by the occasional grunts or chuckles from the lips of the Lords.
Along the walls of the hall, murals depicted scenes of valor and conquest, their vibrant colors and intricate detailing a testament to the history and heritage of the Dragons.
Shields and banners hung proudly from the rafters, emblazoned with the sigils of noble houses and bearing witness to the unity and strength of the Empire.
Despite the grandeur of the hall and the opulence of its furnishings, there was an undeniable sense of tension that hung in the air.
The absence of the Emperor, the tenth seat at the table left conspicuously empty, cast a shadow over the proceedings, a silent reminder of the weighty matters that would be discussed in his absence.
Then, after the long awaited announcement, the greatest of the Lords rose to his feet.
"The Emperor won't be coming, it seems. As such, we will now begin our official deliberations." The one who spoke seemed like an elderly one.
He had an ancient look on his face, with flowing gray hair and flowing beards that matched his old aesthetic. He had a dark obsidian gown, with traces of silver and gold established around it.
Most importantly were the horns on his head.
There were seven of them.
In one word, he was like an epitome of perfection--The Great Dragon Lord Of Old--one that the other Lords respected and feared.
As for the Lords themselves, almost all of them were in attendance.
The Flame Dragon Lord Of The Fiery Lair
Frost Dragon Lord Of
Lord Of
Dragon Lord
Storm Dragon Lord Of
Lord
Death Dragon Lord Of The
precipice of power in the Dragon Race, each of them
Dark Dragon Lord Of The Black Mountain was absent from the meeting, but everyone present
Ob'elisk, is dead." The Great Dragon Lord of Old proclaimed, though he only said what everyone had in their
would expect, there were several reactions
who didn't particularly care for the Dragon Lord, some who knew him personally, and others who--despite not having any real interest in
the number of Newts and Soldiers that we send
echoed with dissatisfaction, and his youthful face didn't match
about that particular matter today, but it seems he chose
appearance, appearing like a gentleman with dark purple,
it somewhat easy..." A certain voice echoed within the hall, and it caused all the Lords to look in the direction of the usually
Dragon Lord
with an attire that seemed to amplify her sheer beauty. Like a wedding dress, the gown she wore trailed down behind her, and she even had a veil
large hat, but since they
trip to the human continent, and I had to cancel."
of disappointment on their
Dragon Civilization could do without humans, and if they desired, those puny
for the pathetic creatures—fodder for
our future. Just what is the Emperor thinking…" The lady in white sighed
the word of their
they had to respect and obey the hierarchy, she could do nothing but vent
At least… for now.
not change the excursion's location? I heard the attack on the Elves is going well." The Storm
best to reach out to the people there, but they keep telling me that the current situation isn't appropriate for
think the Dragon Lords, the most powerful of their Species,
just like ordinary people, save for the six horns that protruded
of this just had to happen when we're about to begin our second invasion on the Southern
to go and
yet another unexpected Lord spoke
about something…" These words were uttered by
completely bald head. A hood would normally
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