The heavy, gilded double doors of the ballroom swung open in a synchronized motion, and Sebastian and Sarah stepped inside as one. In an instant, the atmospheric pressure in the room underwent a violent shift. It was as if a physical charge had surged through the air, electrifying the space and silencing the noise.
Sebastian Monday moved with a heavy, rhythmic stride, a gait that radiated absolute authority. His aura seemed to spill over, almost suffocating those in his immediate vicinity with its sheer weight. Beside him, he held Sarah with an absolute grip, his hand a firm anchor as she navigated the room in her burgundy veil. Behind the mesh of her veil, the world was a soft, dreamlike blur of deep reds and golden lights.
