(Let's dance for the 100th chapter!!)
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The grand doors opened once more, and a hush fell over the banquet hall. The air seemed to thrum with anticipation as Zephyrion made his entrance.
Clad in a deep crimson cloak embroidered with gold thread, Zephyrion moved with the authority of a ruler who commanded respect.
His every step echoed in the hall, amplifying the aura of power that radiated from him.
Arlon observed the room carefully as everyone, including the saviors, stood in respect. Even the most hardened faces softened as Zephyrion passed, his piercing gaze scanning the crowd.
"Greetings, esteemed guests," Zephyrion began, his voice rich and commanding. "Today, we celebrate not only a significant victory against our shared enemy but also the strength and unity of Trion."
His words drew nods and murmurs of agreement from the attendees. Arlon noted the subtle shifts in expression among the gathered leaders.
