In the Crystal Chamber—more formally known as the Guardian Staff Chamber—an eerie stillness blanketed the air, dense and unmoving.
The chamber, carved entirely from a shimmering translucent mineral that pulsed faintly with stored ancestral mana, was designed to respond only to the touch of the Guardians.
This is the very same place Silvermist had infiltrated the very time she had broken Frost's staff under Periwinkle's manipulation.
Today, it remained lifeless. The very silence within hinted at imbalance—no arcane hum, no resonance, only the quiet echo of tension building between immortal beings.
The eleven Guardians sat in their designated crystalline thrones, each one shaped from the element they governed, though none felt the honor of their station today.
The Lunar King had summoned them urgently, but half an hour had already passed, and his seat at the head of the crescent-shaped table remained cold and vacant.
