The great Kings' Hall within the arena radiated with supernatural majesty. At its center, long thrones formed a perfect circle, a silent symbol of equality. The air, heavy with the weight of crowns and expectations, hummed with low murmurs.
A servant hurried in, bowing deeply before Orion and the other sovereigns. "Majesty, Queen Elora has arrived."
The words cut through the whispers like a knife.
All eyes turned towards the imposing oak and iron doors. They opened with a deep roar that seemed to shake the magical chandeliers, revealing a solitary figure against the outside brightness.
Elora entered with the untouched elegance of a glacier sliding over rock, each step resonating like the sharp, definitive crack of ice under pressure on a frozen lake at midnight. Her cloak, woven of deep blues and immaculate whites, captured and refracted light as if made of frozen aurora borealis, casting dancing splashes of sapphire and diamond onto the stone walls.
