Under the veil of night, the Imperial Capital remained lively, still buzzing with excitement from the aftermath of the second day of the grand summit.
Restaurants, teahouses, and taverns brimmed with patrons.
The streets overflowed with people celebrating their newfound fame and achievements, laughter and drunken songs echoing under the moonlit sky.
Lanterns floated in the air, casting a soft golden glow across the bustling avenues.
Yet, far from the chaos, in one of the restricted zones of the capital, silence reigned.
There, a long carriage glided noiselessly down a stone-paved path, its polished surface reflecting the faint light of the moon.
The air was tranquil, undisturbed by the merriment in the distance.
In the horizon loomed a mansion so massive it seemed to touch the heavens. Under the dim night sky, its grandeur was impossible to miss.
