[: 3rd POV :]
The hall, once echoing with the symphony of laughter and faint clinks of crystal glasses, now stilled with the Dragon Empress's words.
"Isn't this terrifyingly amazing that a single boy has saved important figures all at the same time?"
Sylthara declared with a grin that carried both awe and intrigue.
"If this isn't fate, then I don't know what it is."
The crowd of nobles and rulers turned their attention to Daniel once again.
The light of the chandeliers danced across his calm expression, painting his silhouette in hues of silver and black.
Sylthara's draconic eyes gleamed, not with malice, but with possession, the kind born from the ancient dragon instinct to claim what they deemed precious.
"Isn't that right, Sylvene?" she turned to the Spirit Empress beside her, who had been watching Daniel quietly.
Sylvene smiled faintly, her ethereal glow softening the air.
"That's right. This may very well be fate… although, strangely, I cannot peer into his."
