The day of the Golden Lotus Festival had finally arrived, a grand celebration embraced by climbers from every faction within the towering structure. No matter their allegiances, they all united in revelry.
Aelina, adorned in an elegant white gown, stood at the room's entrance, her presence commanding attention. "Are you ready for the festival?" she inquired, her tone carrying a hint of anticipation.
Kuber, gazing out of the window at the bustling streets below, turned to acknowledge Aelina's call. "I am. How about the others?"
"They're all waiting in the lobby," Aelina responded, her demeanor unusually respectful. There was an underlying motive in her behavior that piqued Kuber's curiosity.
