The Grand Atrium.
It was a structure designed to inspire terror through sheer, geometric perfection. It was a cathedral of absolute order, where the pillars were made of solidified light and the floor was a single, seamless pane of diamond that reflected the movements of the eleven suns above.
In this space, there was no room for dust, no room for shadow, and certainly no room for the messy, unpredictable business of a scavenger's heart.
The High Council of the New Epoch sat upon thrones of ivory and quartz, arranged in a perfect circle that symbolized the closed loop of their ideal reality. At the center of this circle stood the High Arbiter, his geometric robes having been mended by the Loom of Decree, though his scepter still bore the faint, spiderweb crack from Eos's hammer.
