Far away from the chaos, laughter filled the air. A hundred women danced gracefully beneath the golden light, their movements fluid and enchanting.
Around them, tables overflowed with delicacies, fruits, roasted meats, shimmering wines, each dish laid out in abundance across a hall so vast it could easily fit five stadiums.
At the very center lounged a man too handsome for his own good.
Reclining on a couch of silk, he watched the scene with lazy satisfaction as several women fed him grapes, giggling with every bite he took.
Life was perfect. Too perfect.
Just as the man was about to close his eyes in bliss, his gaze flicked upward.
His pupils glowed faintly, piercing through the ornate ceiling and the sky itself, where the avatar of Aron appeared in a blinding flash.
"Interesting…" he murmured with a half-smile.
"Just as things were starting to get boring."
The doors to the grand hall slammed open.
