GILDEONSo this was the High Council.His comrades had often bet on what their assembly chamber looked like. As expected, it was just as ornate as the halls of the lower mortals, perhaps more.A wide chamber stretched around him, its marble floor polished to a mirror sheen, silver walls carved with shifting sigils. Crystal columns speared up toward a high-domed ceiling where bird-shaped markings seemed to stir and glide when he blinked. White orbs floated overhead, flooding the room with cold, steady light.A massive golden table curved in a half-circle before him, taking up most of the space. Nine high-backed seats rose behind it, the tallest at the center—General Lothair’s throne.Most of the High Council looked as old as he had expected. He recognized a few faces from the battlefields long ago. Behind them, additional seats held other high-ranking officers—layers of rank and age.What he hadn’t exp
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