Much like the style of most buildings in Danhaag.
Solomon Hall's layout was equally rigid and dull.
Rough blue-gray bricks stretched from the floor to the ceiling. There were no ornate decorations or murals between the lofty domes, nor was there a single pane of glass in the entire hall. All the light in the room came from the Cthulhu Fire burning in sconces along the walls. They had burned silently here for centuries.
The only things in the hall that could be called decorations were probably the dozen or so massive engaged columns along the four walls. Their style lay somewhere between Ionic and Corinthian, except their capitals were not baskets brimming with acanthus leaves, but Bi'an heads holding charters in their mouths, blue-faced and baring ferocious fangs. They bowed their heads, their round eyes staring unblinkingly at every corner of the hall, upholding Danhaag's majesty and solemnity.
Before the hall doors opened, the Legends attending today's hearing had already arrived one after another and held several small private meetings.
Shi Hui had not joined those behind-the-scenes negotiations.
She had once been Vice Principal of First University and now served as chair of The Alliance Grand Wizard Council. From any perspective, she was the best candidate to oversee this hearing—and indeed, Danhaag had invited her to preside over today's proceedings.
At that moment, she stood beneath an engaged column, head tilted up as she locked eyes with the Bi'an atop it, as though she intended to force that creature, now reduced to nothing but a head, to close its eyes.
"How many have come?"
Old Yao clamped a pipe between his teeth and strolled up behind the witch, asking casually.
"One hundred and three Archwizards."
Without turning around, Shi Hui gave him the number. After a pause, she let