The days continued to pass in a whirlwind of activities, with the nobility of the Empire flooding into the capital. The streets of all the major cities, countless duchies, baronies, counties, etc., were filled with the buzz of excited voices, the hustle of servants carrying packages, and the sparkle of luxurious carriages parading through the city. Valthora, now the heart of the preparations, became a hub of extravagant displays, both magical and normal. The air was thick with the scent of freshly slaughtered beasts, magical elixirs.
As the event drew near, the tension in the palace grew. Seraphina, in her private chambers, had just stopped her training, though she still hadn't broken through. Breaking through wasn't easy, though she had the support of elixirs and countless different pills and elixirs. Taking them was not really a good idea, as they usually had all kinds of impurities and could destabilize her foundation.
