In a lavishly furnished chamber deep within the Brimestone Estate, seven figures gathered around a low obsidian table carved with ancestral runes. The heavy curtains danced with the occasional breeze, as if stirred by the tension coiling through the room. This wasn't a council—it was a storm of legacies and power, held together by bloodlines older than some nations.
On one of the elegant leather sofas, a man with short, dark-grey hair and piercing, deep-blue eyes sat upright. His frame was tall and muscular, exuding discipline. A neatly trimmed beard framed his firm jaw, and square glasses perched calmly on his face. Though quiet, his presence was as immovable as a mountain. He was Davies Branlock, or rather Brimestone, father of Vorden and Lith, and once a name that sent shudders through enemy ranks.
