The royal wedding hall of Glimmereach was grand beyond imagination.
Crystal chandeliers floated near the ceiling, casting shimmering light across polished floors. Nobles from countless kingdoms mingled in luxurious attire, merchants discussed wealth and trade, servants moved elegantly with trays of food and wine, and music filled the vast palace like a celebration of peace itself.
On the surface—
Everything looked perfect.
But Zane knew better.
Disguised among the guests as Urn Silva of the Silver Shine Merchants, he moved calmly through the hall, his sharp gaze observing every detail while maintaining the appearance of an ordinary wealthy merchant.
Yet behind his composed expression—
His mind was calculating.
Interesting…
His eyes scanned the crowd.
Nearly sixty percent of the servants and guests carry traces of corrupted mana.
His smirk deepened slightly.
This isn't random infiltration.
They have a coordinated plan.
