The grand room seemed to echo with an air of affluence and opulence. High above the city, in the floating Sky District, this skyscraper was more than a structure—it was a symbol of the world's elite, a place where only the most influential could tread.
A trading hub.
The clouds hung low, curling around the edges of the building, making it feel like an ethereal fortress.
The vastness of the room was emphasized by its polished white marble floors, its high ceilings adorned with intricate frescoes, and the massive crystal chandelier suspended in the center, casting a soft glow over the attendees.
Gentle murmurs of conversation filled the space, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses.
Valentina Seraphine moved with grace, her long red dress trailing behind her like a flame licking the polished floors.
