Chapter 119
Choi Jihun
Seriously—these damned Association parties. Endless posturing, overpriced wine, and elites competing to see who can choke on their own ego first.
Drones hum through the air, their lenses sweeping over silk gowns and polished armor, streaming the whole thing live to the Fortress. Because clearly, everyone needs to see this circus.
Above us, the chandelier hangs like an overfed peacock—crafted entirely from mama stones, each facet scattering light in a blinding display of wealth. Obnoxious doesn't even cover it.
I can, in fact, think of someone else capable of such an obnoxious show of wealth.
Daelan and his fiancée—my beloved sister-in-law—Emmaline Morne herself. Jewelry? Mana stones, of course. It always is.
And apparently her shoes too. I catch the glint of tiny gemstones in heels so high my sweet Lina would rather die than be caught in.
