The grand hall shimmered under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, their light casting elegant patterns on walls adorned with intricate murals. Golden platters brimmed with exotic delicacies, and wine flowed freely from obsidian pitchers, filling the air with the warm hum of conversation and subtle laughter.
The elites of the Sixth Heaven mingled with the ease of lifelong acquaintances, though every interaction held a calculated edge. Power exuded from every glance, every polite smile hiding layers of rivalry or intrigue. Patriarchs and matriarchs gathered in intimate circles, their postures relaxed but their discussions guarded, as if weighing unseen political scales.
