In the brief interlude as several other prominent nobles straightened their attire, preparing to present their gifts and congratulations in turn, everything abruptly changed.
HUM!
A low, yet intensely piercing tremor swept through the entire White Rose Hall without warning.
All the silver candle flames flickered violently at the same instant, casting long, twisted shadows. Even the fragrance of rose and cedar lingering in the air seemed to instantly freeze and dissipate.
The first to react was Murphy.
The very microsecond the tremor began, his eyes, previously as calm as a deep pool, narrowed abruptly.
He didn't turn his head or assume any exaggerated defensive stance. He remained in his seat, his Qi completely contained, drawing no notice from the surrounding nobles.
Only his right hand had moved, seemingly resting casually upon the hilt of the sword at his waist. His palm was flush against the ancient hilt, leaving not the slightest gap.
