The Obsidian Basilica's dining hall was a cavernous expanse of gleaming black stone, its high vaulted ceiling lost in shadows where silver crystal lanterns floated, casting a soft, moonlit glow.
The long table, carved from a single slab of ebony and inlaid with veins of shimmering silver, stretched across the hall, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen.
Lunareio sat alone at the head, as he surveyed the empty seats, a faint curiosity flickering within.
The hall was silent save for the clatter of dishes and the occasional hum of Branna as she bustled about, lining the table with an array of steaming dishes.
Branna, her wild orange hair bouncing, her amber eyes sparkling with pride, set down platters with ease and a bit of excitement. It was almost as if she had done this many times before and had been waiting a long while to do so again.
