The following evening, the Silver Mermaid docked at a Turkish port.
From their balcony, Cyrus observed a sleek yacht pulling alongside the cruise ship, bringing in elegantly dressed passengers.
"Holloway must have invited quite the exclusive guest list," he noted, adjusting his collar.
Kane emerged from the bathroom, adjusting his silver mask.
The intricate piece curved around his eyes with delicate silver filigree that subtly suggested fox ears at the temples.
"How do I look?" He turned, the tailored silver suit catching the light as he moved.
Cyrus paused, his crimson eyes lingering. "Adequate."
Kane grinned. "As usual."
He stepped closer to adjust Cyrus's black and gold mask, its angular lines reminiscent of dragon scales.
"You look pretty adequate yourself."
The grand ballroom had been transformed beyond recognition.
Crystal chandeliers floated without visible support, casting prismatic light across the space.
