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Once a formal space for receiving guests and staging missions, the main hall of the cursebinding spire had been utterly transformed.
Elegant tables had been dragged into place, surrounded by chairs hastily gathered from all corners. Despite the tasteful decor, the atmosphere was like that of an open-air festival, warm and unrestrained.
It had been half a day since Wang Yu had slaughtered three devils in the void. Lilya had insisted on throwing a celebratory feast.
And who could argue with her? Wang Yu had done the impossible and saved Mira from the devils' grasp. With the devils wiped out once and for all, these wizards specialized in dealing with void-related problems had their workload cut at least in half.
"We spend most of our time cooped up in our rooms, buried in research," she reasoned. "Sure, it helps us grow stronger faster, but without a bit of carefree fun, we just might lose our minds. You never know when someone's about to crack and fall prey to the void."
Her logic was unassailable. A feast, she claimed, was not only necessary but a benefit to the spire's healthy development. As for funding? "Just dip into the construction budget. It all serves the greater good."
Everyone was used to her antics and let her have her way. A diversion would be nice, after all.
This world lacked the variety of entertainment available on Earth. Outside of powerful potions that could send one into delirium, entertainment for transcendents was practically nonexistent. A feast like this was a rare splash of color on the gray canvas of routine.
"So, how's the Nightblades lately?" Wang Yu...
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