Aidele sat beside Ashia, her deep purple Wizard Robe shimmering with a dark luster in the candlelight.
She kept her head lowered, taking small sips of the fruit wine in her cup.
She appeared calm, yet her fingertips unconsciously traced the side of the glass.
Ian sat in a corner of the guest seating, dressed in a simple gray robe. Gaga was curled up in a ball on his shoulder.
A glass of clear water sat untouched before him.
He just sat there quietly, his eyes half-closed.
Halfway through the banquet, Edmund suddenly stood up.
He raised his wine glass, a brilliant smile on his face.
"Everyone."
His voice was clear and carried a captivating magnetism.
"Family affairs have kept us all busy lately. It's a rare pleasure for us to gather like this. I propose a toast... to the glory of the Justice Clan—"
Before his voice could fade...
Ian's half-closed eyes silently opened.
Deep within his pupils, a silver light erupted like a volcano.
