The applause that followed the Empress's words echoed with an awkward delay, hesitant yet respectful. Luca stood rooted in place, her voice still ringing in his ears. Beside him, Vincent, Seraphina, and the other honorees wore proud, composed expressions. Yet Luca's own face betrayed his confusion — and maybe just a flicker of embarrassment.
Empress Celestia, her crimson eyes calm and dignified, looked upon them all from her throne-like seat at the head of the hall. "We hope you all will continue to defend humanity against the darkness," she declared.
This time, the applause was louder, clearer — thunderous. It swelled like a crashing tide as the recipients descended from the grand dais.
The announcer's voice returned, bright and polished: "Now, please, enjoy the rest of the celebration. The Imperial Ball begins!"
