As the violet dome enshrouded the imperial castle, chaos began to grip the once-elegant banquet within. The nobles, bewildered and fearful, struggled to comprehend the unfolding events. Whispers of concern and speculation permeated the opulent halls, as the ground itself seemed to tremble beneath their feet.
However, far removed from this grand spectacle, in the shadowed underbelly of the capital, where poverty and illicit dealings thrived, lay a slum district on the outskirts of the city. This was one of the most treacherous corners of the capital, especially under the veil of night.
In the heart of this grim district, an alley, deep and foreboding, lay abandoned. Here, a small crystal container rested silently on the ground. Then, suddenly, as if conjured from thin air, a man emerged from the confines of the container, shattering it to pieces with a calculated move.
