The long-awaited evening finally descended upon Anbord, draping the imperial capital in a mantle of starlight and ceremonial splendor. The castle of the empire rose like a monument carved from destiny itself, its towers illuminated by layers of arcane light shifted between gold, silver, and deep cosmic blue. The air hummed, not with noise, but with anticipation.
One by one, delegations arrived.
High authorities from tribes, kingdoms, empires, sects, conclaves, and ancient bloodlines streamed toward the castle gates, each group escorted by professional ball-bearers, elite ceremonial aides trained not only in etiquette but in combat, magic suppression, and emergency evacuation. Their presence alone spoke volumes. This was not merely a celebration. This was an event that would be watched by history.
