Aella's laughter rang out, light yet commanding, drawing everyone's attention. "I admire your enthusiasm, Lyon," she said, her eyes twinkling with subtle amusement. "But that's a matter for tomorrow. Tonight, we're here to know each other better. After all..." Her gaze sharpened, and a hint of challenge shimmered in her tone. "One or more of you might leave for Paradise."
Lyon gave her a casual smile, unbothered by the weight of her words. "I can assure you, it'll be me."
The crowd stirred at his bold declaration, whispers and murmurs rippling through the banquet like wildfire. The young masters shifted uncomfortably, some glancing at Lyon with a mix of disbelief and irritation.
Rufus smirked, folding his arms. "Big words," he scoffed. "But words alone won't cut it. Tomorrow, you'll have to prove it with action."
