Within the grand hall, where the Dukes, Marquis Camber, and the Goddess of Space had gathered, silence prevailed. Yet this silence was unlike any other, it was thicker, heavier, and more suffocating than before.
It hung in the air like a fragile veil, one that seemed far more delicate than the most brittle glass, threatening to shatter with the faintest disturbance.
Every eye within that hall was fixed upon the scene before them. They had been watching from the very beginning, following the fierce confrontation between the Tenth Sun, Asher Wargrave, and Ryaen Silvershade. Across the forest, numerous other candidates clashed against one another, meeting by chance or colliding in desperation.
But the nobles, the powerhouses of the realm, the Emperor himself, and even the principal of the Star Academy ignored all of that chaos.
Their gazes bore into the battle before them as if it were a cinematic masterpiece, an unfolding spectacle that demanded their complete devotion.
