The room slowly started to fade back to white as the last of the residue was burnt off. Once it was done, I started to walk down the dais and onto the once extremely hot floor. The symbol of the new moon and Triquetra were fully visible. No longer only being outlined by the magic that coursed through the stonework. The gold symbol inside the black circle of the new moon was now a wonderful centerpiece to the room. While I didn’t mind the name Wizengamot for the council, this was my throne room.