Vyan and Iyana stepped out of the palace, the late evening air cool against their skin. Iyana expected to see the familiar surroundings behind the imperial grounds, but instead, they were enveloped in darkness.
A twinge of curiosity stirred within her as she tightened her grip on Vyan's hand.
"Vee, where are we?" she asked, her voice a soft echo in the void.
Before she could press him further, a flicker of light ignited in the distance.
Suddenly, the entire banquet hall was bathed in a warm, vibrant glow, illuminated by breathtaking fire-themed decorations, each flame crafted from Vyan's magic. The walls shimmered with hues of orange, red, and gold. The ceiling looked alive with embers that danced like stars in the banquet hall.
Iyana stood frozen in awe, and when she looked down, her breath caught.
