Progression

In a place where decisions that could change the fate of the world were treated as nothing more than ordinary conversations, the guardians of the world once again gathered around the Roundtable for their usual dinner. The warm light of the great chandelier illuminated the chamber, while quiet discussions and the sound of utensils filled the air. Despite carrying divine authorities and overseeing countless lives below, moments like these felt strangely normal.

Calean, who sat with his arms crossed, spoke first. "I think we might need to change the rule. Showing up here every night is no longer possible."

Odir nodded in understanding. "How about we change it to once every week?"

The others considered it for a moment before nodding in agreement. Some quietly gave their approval, while others simply continued eating, accepting the suggestion without objection.