The aftermath of Mana's spectacular feast was a picture of absolute, serene contentment. The heavy, lingering tension that had suffocated the Sapphire Kingdom's royal laboratory for weeks had entirely dissipated, replaced by the warm, fragrant air of spices and the comforting sound of quiet laughter.
King Jaren insisted that they could not possibly hold a serious family discussion in a cold, stone room filled with heavy machinery. With a wave of his hand and a few quiet commands to his elite personal guard, the entire group was relocated to his private, secure drawing room located deep within the heart of the royal palace.
