Inside the great hall, silence prevailed, as undisturbed as the lake surface by the temple window, with only the faint lingering echoes and the slight tinkling of the crystal ornaments from the swaying chandeliers filling the air.
The light and shadows reflected on the marble walls, previously induced into chaos by the wind rustling the leaves outside the temple, gradually returned to their original rhythm.
The tension from the previous disagreements seemed to have been quietly dispersed, replaced by an atmosphere of solemnity and sacred tranquility.
The Bingxue Witch's silver eyes regained their familiar coldness.
Hyperion stood by, watching the expression on the Bingxue Witch's face. Her tense heartstrings finally eased. Inwardly, she decided to be more cautious about bringing out the Great Love Poet in the future.
"Hyperion, keep an eye on this summon. Don't let her cause any trouble in the Protoss Empire."
The Bingxue Witch directed her words towards Hyperion.