[: 3rd POV :]
The grand hall shimmered with a fusion of magic and modern elegance.
Crystal chandeliers floated midair, suspended by invisible enchantments, while holographic light arrays danced across the domed ceiling, projecting shifting scenes of every continent under the Empire's rule.
The long banquet tables groaned under the weight of endless delicacies—from roasted wyvern seasoned with abyssal spices to exotic cocktails that shimmered as if stars were trapped within the glass.
Butlers in crisp uniforms and enchanted gauntlets glided through the crowd, serving drinks that refilled themselves and pastries that never cooled.
Over a hundred guests mingled, their attire a reflection of their heritage—sleek modern suits alongside ceremonial robes, armoured cloaks beside silken gowns embedded with mana stones.
The hum of conversation was constant, laced with bursts of laughter, whispers of politics, and the occasional clink of crystalware.
