The sun set over Mezalea, painting the sandstone towers and lush greenery in fiery hues. Joel bustled around his grand courtyard, arranging golden goblets, tropical flowers, and plates of vibrant Mezalean dishes on a sprawling banquet table.

“This has to be perfect,” He muttered, stepping back to scrutinize the display. “Scott throws one fancy dinner, and suddenly everyone’s a critic? Not on my watch.”

He adjusted a palm tree centerpiece, giving it a satisfied nod before scribbling on his clipboard. The torches lining the courtyard flickered to life, casting a warm glow over the scene. Joel smirked.

“Tonight, Mezalea will prove it’s the empire to beat.”