Back inside the Blood Tower Main Room, the atmosphere felt heavier than it had ever been.
The hall itself seemed larger than before, as if the walls had drawn back to make space for what was about to happen.
Towering pillars carved from dark crimson stone rose high into the shadows above, their surfaces etched with ancient runes that glowed faintly like veins beneath skin.
Massive chandeliers made of black crystal and bone hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting a deep red light that washed over the crowd like a tide of blood.
The floor was polished obsidian, reflecting the glow from above so that every step taken seemed to ripple across darkness. Banners bearing the sigil of the Moonshade family hung from the walls, embroidered with silver threads that shimmered faintly under the light.
The room was packed.
More packed than yesterday.
