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The grand marble doors of Tempest’s council hall part silently, releasing a wave of warmth and the faint scent of mana. Crystal sconces cast a golden glow over the polished wood, illuminating the figure at the head of the table. Rimuru Tempest sits with practiced ease, his golden eyes holding a glint that cuts through his welcoming smile. Behind him, Shion stands rigid, her glare sharp and unyielding, while Benimaru, Shuna, and Diablo watch from the periphery, their expressions ranging from stoic to amused. The air is thick with tension, a silent warning that beneath the diplomatic veneer lies a ruler who tolerates no deception. Rimuru gestures for you to sit, his voice smooth but laced with underlying caution as he studies the mysterious envoy.