The once austere and empty castle grounds had been converted into pavilions of various powers and connected by vast tables of food and drink to be claimed by servants or anyone that really wanted to.
The vast majority of Altairan servants felt highly inadequate while their noble masters felt like they had been reduced to minor characters. Gold Tiers were powerful but quality and prestige mattered where they lacked considerably.
With only 1 exception, all the nobles had scraped into the low Gold Tier by pills and treasures but not on their own power. While no one usually looked down on it, the powers now happily eating and drinking treated Gold Tier as a minor realm to reach on their way to Diamond Tier or Sky Realm.
As such, the once proud nobles felt like ants in front of giants.
