The night had already been filled with excitement, danger, and unexpected news and appearances.
Little did both the attendees and the host know, it was only going to get worse.
His arrival was like an artillery shell—sudden and impactful. Stumbling through the front door while supporting himself with a cane, a concerned and overly worried butler clung to his side.
The announcer, already quite drunk, lost his tongue.
The guests blinked in confusion, a silence lingering for only a breath before an explosion of noise shattered the hall.
A man who had been the hot topic of headlines, articles, and serialized novels for the past few months.
A survivor of Drakensmar, someone everyone thought would never awaken.
The Third Prince of Ophris, Major General Lovainne.
His arrival wasn't the only thing that shocked the crowd. It was the words that came out of his mouth that left most confused and a few anxious.
"I'm looking for Lugh Von Heim."
