[Third Person].
Back in the Grand Hall, the tension slowly began to dissolve.
One by one, the elders, Alphas, Betas, and officials began to leave, their voices low as they murmured among themselves, each processing what they had just witnessed.
Soon, the hall began to empty.
Dennis remained. He waited until the last of them had gone before stepping forward, the faint smile still present on his face.
"Well done, brother," he said without holding back. "You didn't disappoint." His tone carried a sincerity that needed no embellishment.
Draven smiled as he stepped down from his throne. Almost immediately, Dennis stepped closer and pulled him into a brief, firm embrace.
"Thank you."
Draven returned the hug. "What are brothers for?"
No more words were needed between them.
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At the same time, another car pulled out of the palace, and inside it sat Rosalie.
