The next wave arrived quietly, not as a crashing tide of power, but as a subtle realignment, like the universe itself straightening its spine, pulling every thread of fate into sharper focus. Whispers rippled through the assembled guests, faint at first, then dying away as anticipation clawed at the edges of their composure. Eyes darted toward the grand doors, where shadows danced unnaturally, as if the very architecture of the estate was holding its breath.
Then, the wives stepped forward.
They did not enter as a single, unified front, overwhelming the room with collective might. No, they flowed in like stars aligning in a constellation, each one a brilliant, distinct light, yet bound inexorably to the same gravitational core.
Their presences intertwined without clashing, a symphony of power where every note complemented the next, creating something greater than the sum. The air hummed with it, a resonance that made hearts stutter and souls ache with unspoken recognition.
