With the introductions complete and emotions still lingering in the air, a quiet joy settled over the courtyard.
As twilight draped the sky in hues of violet and gold, the first stars twinkled above like distant watchful eyes.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, and spirit lanterns bobbed on the branches of the courtyard trees, glowing softly with ethereal light.
The feast had begun.
Long tables had been arranged in a semicircle beneath the largest spirit tree, and platters of food covered every inch.
Roasted beast meat glazed in golden honey, steamed azure fish caught from the misty lakes, fruits ripened through spiritual energy, and flower wine that shimmered like liquid moonlight—it was a celebration worthy of nobles, yet carried out with a sense of intimate familiarity.
Servants bustled in and out of the courtyard, dressed in clean uniforms marked with Nero's personal sigil.
