Meanwhile, Rui watched the scene unfold from the shadows of a nearby building. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she observed the growing discord. With a subtle flick of her fingers, she sent waves of unease rippling through the crowd, amplifying their agitation and distrust of Horas.
"This is almost too easy," Rui murmured to herself, her tone amused. She glanced toward the altar, where Horas stood fuming in anger. "The fool's temper is doing most of the work for me."
Mary Ann's voice carried through the square, cutting through the chaos. "Let us all remain calm," she said, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Fenrir will return, and the ceremony will proceed as planned."
Rui chuckled softly. "She's good," she admitted. "Always the voice of reason. But even she can't stop this from spiraling out of control."
