The persistent rain drizzled against the panoramic glass windows of the executive penthouse suite atop the Diamond Star Hotel, casting long, blurred reflections of the city's shimmering skyline. Inside, the suite was filled with a warm, amber glow from the recessed lighting, creating a sharp contrast to the chaotic media storm that had consumed Vellfire City just hours earlier.
Clara Delevon stood near the polished marble bar, unpinning her diamond hairpiece and letting her long, dark waves cascade down her shoulders. Her floor-length royal blue gown had been exchanged for a sleeveless, tailored black silk loungewear set that draped elegantly over her porcelain frame. Despite the late hour, her dark eyes were sharp, reflecting the quiet triumph of a long-awaited execution.
Behind her, heavy, measured footsteps approached without a sound.
