The Banquet Hall
Inside the grand banquet hall of the hotel, an eerie silence fell as the transformation completed. The blood-soaked floors and ghastly hands that had clawed out of the walls vanished, leaving behind the pristine, regal elegance the hall was known for. Crystal chandeliers sparkled brightly, their warm light reflecting off the polished marble floors and gilded columns. It was as if the horrors from earlier had been nothing more than a shared nightmare.
The tension among the gathered guests, however, lingered. People exchanged wary glances, unsure if it was truly over. The air was thick with unease until Wu Shi Jian, the patriarch of the Wu family, rose from his seat.
“It’s over,” he said in a steady voice, his eyes scanning the room before settling on his father, the Elder of the Wu family. “Father, the disturbance has been resolved. Yue'er has succeeded.”
