In the flickering light of a skull-brazier, a single, unblinking eye gleamed from the depths of Archimantor Varrotig's hood. The Unblinking Eye, Master of the Administratum, surveyed the obsidian table with a gaze as cold as parchment.

Across from him, shrouded in shadow, lurked Inquisitor Moriana Hex, the Malleus Umbra. Whispers of her deeds followed her like a miasma.

Next to her, bathed in flickering firelight, stood Ecclesiarch Theophania Kane, the Undying Flame. Her eyes, burning with fanatical zeal, bespoke a devotion that bordered on madness.

Opposite sat Grand Provost Marshal Aurelius Volkmar, the Iron Hand of the Law. His aura of authority was as cold and unrelenting as his ironclad enforcement.

Beside him stood Pater Nova, the Word of Redemption, a stark contrast in purity.

At the far end, shrouded in mist, sat Euphrosini Destine, the Unsleeping Vigil. Her clouded eyes reflected the endless warp she battled.

A shadow materialized - Grand Master Voldus Mori, the Unseen Hand. His presence was a whisper, his methods silent but deadly.

Finally, the air itself warped as Janus Draken, the Weaver of Fates, entered. His eyes, swirling nebulae, seemed to pierce through all present.

The High Lords, united by desperation waited for the other to speak first .