The grand obsidian throne room of the Pearl Palace was practically vibrating with the immense, highly concentrated magical energy of the continent's most powerful dignitaries. The heavy, dark coastal architecture of the palace had been beautifully softened by thousands of glowing pearl blossoms and shimmering silk banners, creating an atmosphere that perfectly balanced the kingdom's terrifying, shadowy reputation with a brilliant, welcoming light.
Raven stood near the massive arched windows, fully dressed in his magnificent coronation attire. The heavy dark velvet cloak draped flawlessly over his broad shoulders, embroidered with intricate silver runes that pulsed softly in time with his own dark magic. He looked every inch the regal, terrifying monarch he had demanded to be called, though his rainbow-hued eyes were currently fixed with absolute affection upon Mana, who was across the room happily greeting the arriving delegations.
