The Main Hall doors continued to open.
Slowly.
Heavily.
Golden light spilled across the jade steps in long streams, stretching outward like flowing silk as the interior of the hall revealed itself inch by inch.
The air shifted.
Not from pressure.
Not from spiritual force.
But from presence.
Then—
A figure stepped forward.
Black.
Gold.
Refined to an absurd degree.
Shaurya emerged from the Main Hall with both hands casually resting inside the pockets of his long black coat, the dark fabric falling perfectly along his frame while intricate golden dragon patterns shimmered faintly across its surface whenever the light touched them.
The coat moved behind him with effortless weight, neither too heavy nor too loose, every motion carrying a strange balance between elegance and arrogance.
Golden chains rested near his waist, swaying softly with each step, while the high collar framed his face sharply beneath the falling strands of black hair.
Above him—
