"Is everything ready?" A firm, hoarse voice cut through the silence, echoing across a vast hall of polished black walls and golden pillars that rose until they vanished into the shadows of the vaulted ceiling.
The owner of that voice was clearly an elderly man, his aged body wrapped in luxurious robes embroidered with gold thread, the heavy fabric draping over shoulders that still held an imposing posture.
His hair, long and white as freshly fallen snow, cascaded down his back. Atop his head, two horns of the same color rose gloriously, curving backward like blades of ivory.
It was a dragon.
"I believe so," another elder replied, this one with hair of a strangely pink hue, his eyes of the same color shining with an ethereal calm.
He was a subordinate of the Primordial Empress of the Celestial Will.
"Very well." The dragon elder nodded, turning slowly to those accompanying him, his gaze sweeping over every figure gathered in the hall.
