In the grand hall of Zenith Academy.
The crystal chandeliers that hung like stars from the vaulted ceiling swayed ever so slightly, casting shimmering light across the ornate ballroom.
The floor beneath was polished marble, reflecting the soft glow of enchanted light orbs floating midair. Elegant students in lavish outfits enjoyed the evening, laughter echoing softly under the symphony of music.
And then—
The grand doors creaked open with a quiet, ominous grace.
At first, only a few heads turned lazily, expecting perhaps a late noble or two.
But what entered… was a trio so dazzling that some people even gulped hard in awe.
Gasps rippled like a wave. The music faltered. The violinist dropped a note. The pianist paused with his fingers mid-air, dumbfounded.
Every gaze in the ballroom slowly, inevitably, shifted toward the entrance—and then widened with disbelief.
Three people stood there.
And one thought unified the minds of every witness:
Beautiful.
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