A Week Later:
"This looks more like a festival than a ball."
Azrail spoke as he gazed at all the different ships floating towards the main central palace, the clouds sky being filled up, not to mention all the chariots moving through the streets, all extremely posh ones that can only be afforded by the best of the best. Even the streets and buildings themselves seemed to shine with some festive light.
"Well, they are, after all, celebrating a never-before-seen genius within the Empire, so at least this much fanfare is required if they want to win you over."
Azrail's mother, Yun, spoke standing beside him, causing his eyes to move towards his now well-dressed mother. One fully ready for the ball, looking stunning, she stood regally beside him, radiating an air of grace and refinement that would turn heads. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her shoulders.
