The air was thick, not with excitement, but with the sharp edge of expectation. Everyone was here for one reason: to witness the collapse of a once-mighty union.
Whispers flitted across the room like restless moths. "This is going to be spectacular," someone murmured, while others smirked behind their glasses, eager to watch the drama unfold. It was more than just morbid curiosity—this was entertainment for the elite. The fall of Esme's legacy promised a show no one wanted to miss.
But it wasn't just strangers who lingered with bated breath. Among the crowd were former loyalists of Esme, the ones who had once championed her brilliance. They had mourned her absence, only to be intrigued when Rose emerged—a woman whose every move echoed Esme's grace and cunning. Rose had taken the stage with a presence so eerily familiar that it raised more questions than answers.
