The next day dawned crisp and clear over the Sovereign Court, the air humming with a tense, electric anticipation that seemed to vibrate through the ancient stone walls.
This was the D-day, the long-awaited trial of the former governor.
Sunlight filtered through towering arched windows, casting elongated shadows across the vast chamber, where every surface gleamed with polished marble veined in gold and silver.
Seated high above it all, on elevated thrones that loomed like jagged peaks, were the Sovereigns themselves.
Each one radiated an aura of unyielding power, their forms silhouetted against the bright backdrop of enchanted skylights.
The seats were crafted from rare, ethereal materials, some crystalline and shimmering, others dark and absorbing light symbolizing the might, authority, and exalted standing of these rulers.
Each Sovereign represented their own race, a living embodiment of ancient lineages and cosmic dominion.
