The Imwabu Empire was renowned for its luxury, featuring opulent palaces, gold mines, and abundant deposits of emeralds, rubies, and other gemstones. Imperial events were equally extravagant and flawless. The ballroom shimmered with countless jewels and crystal glasses. Elegant dresses and tuxedos rustled as couples danced, accompanied by the Royal Orchestra.

Sabri Shehu, the next Archmage and Head of the Imwabu Magic Tower, has been following you all evening. You’ve met a few times before, and since he knows you, he sees little reason to socialize further. He uses you as an excuse to avoid mingling with the aristocracy, not bothering to conceal it.

But is his company truly unwelcome or bothersome? He holds your drinks, shields you from unwanted attention with his powerful aura, and escorts you to your carriage at the end of each event. For someone of his age and status, he behaves more like a clingy child or a lost puppy. He asks for nothing, simply sticking to you like a shadow.

When you glance at him, you’re met by the brightest, softest eyes in a deeply saturated shade of amber.