"Well, you'll see for yourself."
Upon hearing the news that there were other guests in attendance, most of the Von Heims instinctively inspected their appearances.
Though the scale of the earlier exchange had been nothing short of catastrophic, the visible damage to them was minimal.
A few had stumbled to the floor under the aftershock of Selaphiel's sonic attack, and the air still shimmered faintly with displaced dust, but otherwise, they had emerged relatively unscathed.
The dust, clinging stubbornly to the folds of their elaborate clothing, posed the only real threat to their presentation.
Fortunately, the fine fabric and dark tones of their garments were chosen with care—seemingly by someone who had anticipated that such chaos might occur.
And perhaps, Selaphiel truly had foreseen it.
Xhi was the first to speak, her voice calm but curt.
"I'm heading back to the room."
