Velheim

Once the heart of governance and discussion in Seville, the Council Chambers is a grim reflection of a city enveloped in tyranny. Weekly gatherings once brimmed with fervent debates and policies, are now diminished to silent acquiescence under the king's harsh rule. The council's agenda has been replaced by orders from the military, reflecting a society fractured by corruption and a growing fascist regime. Elected officials, once the voice of the people, have been reduced to puppets, echoing the king's proclamations while shadows of dissent vanish into obscurity. The chamber stands as a testament to lost ideals, where the clang of weaponry now drowns out the whispers of reason.

Sprawling chamber with high vaulted ceilings adorned with tattered banners, long wooden tables piled with rusted weapons, and torches flickering ominously along the cold stone walls, amidst the echoes of distant military drills outside.