They ca out of the imperial palace, and then servants arranged a grand manor arranged specifically for them. It was located in the most prestigious district of the Sacred Elents Capital—a place reserved for nobles, sect leaders, and imperial kin.
The manor itself was expansive, adorned with intricate runic engravings for both defence and comfort. Elental streams of power flowed through the surrounding formations, creating a balanced and serene atmosphere that most warriors would covet.
Apollo and his guardian then went to rest, as after experiencing the gravity tower, they also needed so rest.
His guardian, silent as always, carefully scanned the manor. "This place is heavily protected, but it’s also layered with detection formations."
"I know." Apollo’s voice was calm. "But as long as they don’t overstep, let them watch. I don’t intend to play their ga so soon."
He stretched his arms slightly, his body still resonating with the aftershocks of his breakthrough in the Gravity Tower. His muscles and bones still felt a lingering ache—a mark of growth.
"Let’s rest for now," he said at last. "We’ll deal with the banquet tomorrow."
The guardian nodded. Without further conversation, the two of them entered the manor’s main hall.
Tonight, the capital would remain quiet. But under the surface, the ripples caused by their arrival and the youngest princess’s birthday stirred many hidden shadows in the Empire.
The banquet tomorrow would not simply be a celebration. Even before their arrival, there was sothing going on within the empire.
The next day arrived, and the capital also welcod many extraordinary guests as various important figures of the western continent arrived today for the banquet.
Colourful banners fluttered in the air, each bearing the insignia of powerful sects, ancient clans, and major rchant guilds. The city’s grand formations were fully activated, shining with brilliant elental light that made the entire capital seem as if it were wrapped in a radiant aura.
The Sacred Elents Empire’s invitation had been extended far and wide, and those who arrived were not ordinary visitors. Famous young geniuses, aged Void God experts, and emissaries of ancient forces—all gathered for this grand occasion.
The entire capital was busy, as it seems this wasn’t a simple royal birthday banquet.
The imperial palace was a hive of activity. Servants rushed to prepare luxurious halls, refine spirit wine, and arrange rare delicacies that were sourced from secret realms and distant continents.
Even from the manor where Apollo resided, he could faintly hear the sound of ceremonial drums and the bustling footsteps of the gathering crowd.
Standing in the courtyard, his guardian comnted, "The capital is in turmoil today."
Apollo’s gaze swept toward the distant palace, his expression indifferent. "It seems the birthday of the youngest princess is a convenient excuse... The empire likely had this gathering planned long before we arrived."
But this makes it more interesting; if it was a simple banquet, he wouldn’t bother, as he wasn’t that bored to et so old n and hear them talk shit about their past or clan ancient history or how proud they were of their bloodlines.
His relaxed tone didn’t conceal the sharp glint in his eyes.
With the sun rising higher, their attendants soon arrived to escort them to the palace, where the grand banquet awaited.
The day promised celebration. But beneath the surface, every guest knew—today’s banquet was no re festivity. It was a stage.
The banquet will be held in the evening in the imperial palace, so there is still so ti for more guests to arrive. However, still many eyes were on the centre plaza as they looked at the march of different forces that ca with a powerful display of their power.
Crowds of nobles and wandering warriors gathered to witness the procession of forces arriving one after another—each more extravagant and more overwhelming than the last.
Massive spirit beasts pulled elaborately adorned chariots. Powerful sect banners shimred with runic formations, and groups of elite disciples marched in perfect formation, each radiating an aura that crushed the air around them.
So sects arrived riding colossal flying ships, inscribed with ancient protective arrays that left lingering trails of elental energy in the sky. Others strode in with their divine beasts or rare mounts, the ground trembling slightly with each step of these mighty creatures.
The air was thick with competing might and hidden provocations.
Among the observing crowd, whispers and discussions buzzed incessantly.
"That’s the Stormlight Pavilion—their heir personally ca this ti."
"And look, the Moonfire Sect sent their saintess... She rarely leaves their sacred grounds."
"Even the Black River Clan showed up? That’s unexpected... they rarely involve themselves in imperial affairs."
Apollo from the balcony also was looking at the distant centre plaza with interest. Although it was miles away from there, it was as clear as the sky to him. He can see through all of them; whether they were trying to hide their strength or using so treasure, they cannot hide anything in front of him.
There were definitely so interesting people among the power of the western continent, but what brought his attention was not sothing else but the people of the ancient race, or rather the races that appeared in the last decades.
They were hiding well but still could not fool him, as he saw through their disguises. He didn’t expect them to co, making this banquet more interesting.
Apollo mused, his eyes glimring with cold amusent as he sipped his tea.
So among them were from races he had encountered traces of in old records—winged beings with dominion over storms, or those with pale skin and silver eyes said to be remnants of a race that once ruled the dark corners of universes.
But there were others—races with no records, no known history. Their energy signatures were foreign, primal, and deeply dangerous. Making him wonder what is going on with this banquet.
They just arrived here, so he didn’t know much about what was happening in the western continent in secret, but he can be sure it seems to be quite big.
His faint smile lingered. It wasn’t just a royal banquet anymore. It was becoming a convergence of old and new forces.
The banquet tonight would be far more intriguing than anyone anticipated.
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