"Watch out!" Sophie shouted, her voice filled with urgency and dread. The room seemed to freeze, the collective breath of the gathered nobles caught in their throats as the possessed performer lunged towards the prince, her eyes gleaming with a dark, unholy light.
In that heartbeat of suspended time, every eye was on the prince, every muscle tensed for the imminent impact. The nobles' faces reflected the horror and shock they felt, a mirror of the dread that gripped Amberine. Prince Caelum, caught off guard, could only stare in disbelief at the oncoming threat.
The grand banquet hall, once filled with the hum of political maneuvering and celebration, now thrummed with a different kind of energy—one of imminent danger and barely contained panic. The possessed performer, her eyes black voids of malevolent energy, lunged towards Prince Caelum with terrifying speed. Her arm transformed into dark, twisted claws, extending towards the young prince's chest.
