บท 149: Deva Plane

The council chamber was bathed in a quiet, anxious light, the golden glow filtering in from the high windows casting long shadows over the assembled figures. A tall, broad-shouldered man strode into the room, his presence commanding an immediate hush. His eyes, sharp and calculating, glowed a soft blue, betraying a touch of unease beneath his confident exterior. Draped in armor etched with symbols of power, he moved with a restrained, almost ominous grace. His brow was furrowed, his jaw set with a grim determination, but a subtle tension in his shoulders betrayed the weight of his words before he even spoke.