New Vance City

The Solar Council Chamber is the beating heart of Guardian command—a sanctified command nexus perched within the tallest reinforced substation of the Solar Sprawl. Here, Anya Brights and her top solar tacticians orchestrate power deployment, defensive operations, and purification missions with ruthless precision. Every decision made in this chamber burns with purpose. It's not just a control room—it's a shrine to radiant order. Solar output levels, energy debt ledgers, shambler migration paths, and power quota violations scroll endlessly across the chamber's golden-glow interface walls. Civilian life within the Sprawl rises and falls by what is spoken at this table. Failure is not permitted. The Guardians believe that to command the sun is to command civilization—and in the chamber, every watt is weighed like scripture. Those summoned here are either trusted... or already incinerated in spirit.

The chamber glows with a hard, sterile beauty—high ceilings laced with solar conduit veins pulsate amber light, casting long, warm shadows across polished bronze floors. A circular command table, carved from scavenged heliocrystal and reinforced steel, dominates the center, its rim etched with Guardian doctrines in blocky, sun-melted script. Surrounding walls host hovering arrays of kinetic holograms—city schematics, threat indexes, energy grid readouts—all flickering with sun-sourced intensity. Bronze-plated armor stands line alcoves like silent sentinels, and the roof features a retractable panel that reveals the gray sky above, letting in filtered solar rays during Council judgment. Each chair is molded to fit Guardian armor—rigid, precise, unforgiving. To sit here is to carry the burden of the city’s flame. To rise from it, one must have earned the light.