The main hall of Countess Mira Frost's estate had officially transformed into a blinding sea of crystals tonight.
Dozens of colossal chandeliers, carved purely from raw mana crystals, hung suspended from the vaulted ceiling. Their sapphire-blue radiance danced, reflecting off the pristine white marble tiles below.
The obsidian stone walls of the chamber were adorned with intricate carvings of permafrost that would never melt, refracting the light from silver vases filled with snow-flowers lined neatly in every corner.
A sea of humanity crowded the floor, flaunting their finest silk gowns and tailored tuxedos.
Crystal merchant cartels puffed out their chests in jewel-encrusted velvet robes. High-ranking military brass walked stiffly, parading the clinking war medals pinned to their chests. Meanwhile, noblewomen whispered busily behind their folding fans, scanning and judging one another with vicious, tightly-concealed glares.
