Calla’s POV
The Tribunal chamber stole my breath with its incredible size and ancient grandeur.
We stood at the edge of a vast cavern that soared at least a hundred feet high, carved from solid rock and illuminated by eternal flames flickering in sconces placed neatly around the room. The ceiling was lost in darkness, but I could make out the faint shimmer of what looked like carved constellations in the firelight.
At the far end of the chamber, seven thrones commanded attention, arranged in a semicircle on a raised platform that required climbing twenty stone steps to reach. The thrones appeared to be carved from single pieces of obsidian, polished to a reflective shine and inscribed with glowing golden symbols.
And there, seated in those thrones, were the Seven Elders.
They were no
