The dome above was adorned with a massive crystal chandelier, and the marble floor was so polished it reflected the figures of the arriving guests. Dressed in elegant finery, young men and women moved with deliberate grace across the well-lit venue, engaging in conversation, all the while showcasing their exceptional insight and distinguished manners.
In this atmosphere of opulence and dignity, a girl clad in a white casual outfit stood chest out, head high like a smoke grenade launched into a ballroom, making her presence known. In her left hand, she held a plate, and in her right, a fork, as she swiftly devoured the lobster, roasted chicken, and pancakes on her plate. Miss Creyah of the Light Core stood beside this unknown girl, her expression revealing an indescribable tiredness.
"Have you heard? She is a guest personally invited by our leader..." "Could she be a new member?" "Miss Creyah's rival?" "That's impossible..."