(The Surprise Banquet Grounds, Chaosbringer's POV)
The wind carried with it the faint scent of wine, roasted meat, and freshly poured mana elixirs as the evening air settled softly over the remote valley between Skyshard City and Leo's isolated mansion.
Rows of white tents stretched across the open field, their canopies glowing faintly beneath the suspended mana orbs that drifted lazily above like tiny silver moons, casting ripples of soft light across the marble tables arranged beneath them.
Chefs moved briskly behind the counters, their hands blurring as they plated dish after dish of golden pastries, crystal-glazed meats, and glimmering fruit that shimmered faintly under the mana lights.
Waiters in sleek uniforms drifted quietly between guests, refilling glasses that caught the evening's glow, while the quiet murmur of conversation filled the air, soft and measured, as if everyone present knew that this gathering was meant to celebrate something monumental.
