That night, the Painted Hall at the Old Royal Naval College transformed into a sea of golden light.
The ceilings, adorned with colossal frescoes, reflected the glow of hundreds of crystal candles arranged along long, regal banquet tables. Outside, the River Thames flowed silently beneath a cold London sky, while inside the historic hall, the world's most influential figures gathered.
Diplomats, multinational tycoons, and renowned medical professors sat in perfectly arranged seats. However, when the great doors at the end of the hall swung open slowly, all conversation ceased. Every eye turned toward a single figure: Amara.
