***** [Billion's PoV]
The atmosphere inside the mansion had become far livelier than usual by the time the afternoon sun settled high above Abor. Golden light poured through the massive open windows overlooking the ocean while the distant sea reflected countless shimmering waves beneath the clear sky.
Large tables filled with food stretched across the hall while drinks floated lazily through the air using small essence formations Ragnar had apparently created solely because he was "too evolved to carry cups manually now."
Silver stared at the floating drinks with visible concern.
"You know," he muttered while carefully taking one from the air, "normal people use hands."
Ragnar looked offended immediately.
"Why would I insult Saint rank like that?"
"You became more annoying after ascending."
"That's called growth."
