Chapter 313: The Masquerade
The Feast of the Silver Moon was intended to be a solemn, holy gathering to purify the spirits of the Elven nobility before the execution of a traitor.
In reality, it was a dinner party held inside a graveyard.
We stood at the entrance of the Grand Hall, a massive open-air pavilion grown from the living branches of the World Tree. Above us, the artificial sun had dimmed to a twilight purple, and bioluminescent blossoms floated in the air like jellyfish. Long tables made of crystal were laden with fruits that glowed with inner light and wine that shimmered like liquid gold.
"Illusion," I muttered, my [Quantum Analysis Mind] tearing through the glamour.
