Governor’s Hall was a monument to Aether’s philosophy—immaculate, imposing, devoid of excess. Towering walls of polished black stone stretched upward, seamless and smooth, as if carved from a single piece of the earth itself. Voluran sconces flickered with a soft, sterile light, illuminating the cavernous chamber with an ethereal blue hue.


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    No one had ever seen them move. They spoke, they commanded, and Aether obeyed.


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