The silence following Klaus's intervention was absolute. Throughout the banquet hall, frozen explosions hung suspended like crimson sculptures, defying both gravity and comprehension. The assembled dignitaries stared at the impossible display, their minds struggling to process what their eyes reported.
Sabrina observed the suspended destruction with genuine fascination, her crimson eyes reflecting the motionless flames with something approaching delight. Where others saw impossibility, she recognized technique of extraordinary sophistication.
"How fascinating," she murmured, her voice carrying musical appreciation despite the deadly circumstances. "Though I suspect most of your audience believes you've accomplished something far more dramatic than reality."
She descended another step on her shadow-staircase, bringing herself closer to Klaus's position at the center of the frozen chaos. Her expression held the amused interest of connoisseur encountering masterwork.
