When Kaelos and I got to the event hall, my mouth fell open with awe.
It was… massive as the last time. No—colossal. It looked like it had been carved into existence by gods with a taste for opulence and a flair for intimidation.
Vaulted ceilings stretched so high I swore they scraped the heavens, supported by black marble pillars veined with silver, like lightning frozen in stone. The walls shimmered faintly with enchantments—protection wards layered one over the other, courtesy of Althea herself.
I could feel them. Not just see them, but feel them… like invisible threads humming beneath my skin. The air was thick with the magic of the wards.
Giant chandeliers hung from the ceilings, casting lights of multiple colours that refracted through protective runes etched into every surface. Even the floor wasn't basic... It was smooth obsidian and cream, polished to mirror-like perfection.
Each step echoed with a subtle whisper, as though the hall itself was listening.
