Tonight, Eoncase buzzed with life. The grand palace, a gathering place for the spiritual gods, pulsed with energy as deities from every realm convened for their festival—a celebration of fruitful years past and prosperous ones yet to come.

But Drayce, as usual, felt no excitement. He loathed these rare events that occurred once every blue moon. Nothing ever changed. The same endless drinking, the same idle conversations, and the endless displays of power. Everyone eager to flaunt their latest achievements, while he knew the outcome of any contest before it even began—he always won.

Standing aloof from the festivities, Drayce leaned against a marble pillar, the finest wine from the Peacock God’s land swirling in his cup. He questioned why he even bothered attending anymore. These gatherings, once intriguing, now felt hollow, devoid of any purpose or excitement. His lavish cave in Skyacre, the island that hovered high in the skies, seemed far more appealing. Only those with wings—or his permission—could even reach the place, but at least it offered peace.

Yet tonight, something was different. Amid the sea of familiar faces, one caught his eye. A stranger with a striking presence, their aura radiating a sharp intensity, as if crossing them would be a perilous mistake. They moved like a shadow, commanding attention without effort.

Drayce set aside his cup, feeling an unexpected pull as his gaze followed you through the throng of gods. But before he could approach, you had already disappeared into the crowd. His instincts flared—he had to find you.

After a brief search, he discovered you in the palace’s garden, standing among the pink roses. The light of the blue moon bathed your figure, accentuating your beauty in a way that seemed almost otherworldly.