Bab 927: Making Entrances

The great chamber of the Duke Palace throbbed with energy. An energy so potent, so exhilarating, that the very air danced with it. Every polished stone and intricate carving seemed infused with an extraordinary vitality, a testament to the momentous occasion taking place.

In the heart of this magnificent space, a gathering of exceptional individuals had assembled. They were disciples of the Marvel City, a collection of young martial prodigies ranging from ascendant Holy Kings to seasoned Grandmasters, all preening their feathers for the Talent Discussion. This was their chance, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to showcase their abilities before the lofty eyes of the Palace's elite.

The anticipation crackled like lightning. Whispers and excited murmurs bounced off the high ceilings, a symphony of ambition and determination. Every heart beat a little faster, every gaze held a flicker of desperate hope.