The marble dome of the Conclave Chamber echoed with the storm of voices, a clash of power and pride beneath the banners of every race. At the center, around the table of 'unity', the Circle of Arbiters had gathered. Intricate runes shimmered faintly along the curved walls, resonating with ambient aetheric energy. A silent reminder of the chamber's ancient authority.
The moment Gareth, the Human Arbiter, entered, the temperature shifted. His boots struck the floor like war drums. Without waiting for formality, he stormed across the room, bypassing ritual and station, heading straight for the elven side of the chamber.
"You smug, tree hugging bastards!" Gareth bellowed, voice ricocheting through the pillars. "First our trade routes, now our sanctums? The Holy Verrenate is being butchered, It couldn't be Feralis with such a destructive and organized attack this leaves only your zealots! And we all know your kind hides behind silence and illusion!"
