The sun sets in the west, its twilight streaming through the crystal window panes of Ron's private residence in the North District.
This exquisite abode provided by the Storm Clan feels exceptionally cozy tonight.
He's preparing for a small celebration dinner.
At the same time, on a distant otherworldly battlefield.
The monitoring crystal in Cassandra's hand flickered, showing the change in her daughter's location.
She glanced at the crystal, then thoughtfully put it away:
"Back to that little guy Ron again, but... it's understandable, let everything run its course."
......
In the main hall of the residence, an oak dining table is laid with carefully prepared delicacies.
Special candles on silver candelabras emit a soft light, rendering the whole space dreamlike.
"Master, everything is prepared as you requested."
Ailan glided lightly to Ron's side, her green leaves shimmering under the candlelight.
