SWOOOSH
Orion's aura burst was internal energy reacting to the sudden surge in his Qi, anger rushing through him.
The garden stirred.
Not by the wind.
But by his presence.
He took a step forward.
The subtle chime of polished shoes against the garden grass walkways echoed through the banquet lawn. Dressed in silk-black robes embroidered in gold, his steps were soundless yet absolute. Servants, nobles, and even the lesser royals halted mid-conversation. All eyes turned.
Prince Orion.
The host of the evening had finally made his entrance.
One by one, nobles straightened their postures, fixing collars, wiping wine stains, forming lines.
Voices rose in unison.
"Your Highness."
"May the stars favor His Highness!"
"We are honored by your presence, Your Highness."
Many bowed, while others crossed a hand to their chest in the royal salute. Their lips curved with rehearsed smiles, but their eyes—they flickered with unease.
