Inside the VIP hall, the atmosphere was a strange mix of elegance and chaos. Velvet seats curved around the room in tiers, all facing the floating screens that showed every corner of the forest‑city battlefield.
Lights bathed everything in a soft golden light, reflecting off jeweled crowns and polished badges.
Sitting beside Sylvia, Eliana Cael Ashford—the queen of the Ashford Empire—finally lost control of her composure. A clear, laugh escaped her, and she lightly tapped her fan against her knee as she watched Arthur's replay.
"That kid always does something out of the box that no one could predict," Eliana said, amusement dancing in her violet eyes as she glanced at Sylvia.
Sylvia forced a weak smile, but her cheeks were already burning.
On her other side, Adrian Evan Imperius looked ready to explode. His hands gripped the armrests so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
