Lilith leaned in close, her breath brushing against Zara's ear as she whispered,"Zara, let's go. We need to take our seats."
Grace, standing beside them, gave a small nod and began walking forward. Snapping out of her daze, Zara quickly followed.
Up ahead, Lucien had already seated himself on a raised platform, his presence commanding. Zara took her place beside Lilith, but her gaze wandered—drawn to the grand stage where powerful figures sat in silence, each exuding an overwhelming aura.
Her eyes paused, blinking in surprise.
There, seated on a throne, was a muscular man with golden-brown hair. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, and arcs of lightning crackled faintly around his body, dancing like living threads of power.
Zara leaned toward Lilith and whispered, curiosity glinting in her eyes,"Lilith, who is that man? Why is there lightning coming from his body?"
