The Alliance spanned vast territories. Regions outside the Fixed Time Domain often differed by six or seven days, sometimes even half a month. But this meant little to Narrative Civilizations with an increasing number of Long-lived Species. That was why many Narrative Civilizations had simply abandoned traditional calendars, counting only centuries rather than specific years and months. After all, they did not need calendars to guide agricultural cultivation.
While Dragon Island remained shrouded in the boundless night, a meeting was being held at Seger Garden, beyond the Alliance's Fixed Time Domain.
It was called a meeting, but it took the form of a banquet. Glasses clinked amid dazzling lights and indulgent extravagance, making the already resplendent Seger Garden even more lavish and decadent. Outstanding heirs of great houses and promising young elites met one another at this deliberately arranged banquet, strengthening their social networks.
"Could this young gentleman of the Rising Sun Clan be Mr. Atleia of Star Devourer? I heard you fought two Void Overlords on the Void front without falling behind. You truly are a rare talent."
"Oh, you must be Miss Goria of the Hundred Clouds Chieftain. I have long admired your reputation. Now that I have met you, you truly are as beautiful as the rumors claim."
"Hehe, that is nothing—this young lady beside me is my uncle's niece, Rose Elu. It is her first time at an occasion like this, so she is still rather shy. You must teach her well..."
"Ah, 'teach.' Of course I understand how to teach her."
The lingering, melodious notes of the cello nearly drowned the entire venue in an abyss called "elegance." Exquisite wines worth fortunes were splashed about as if they cost nothing, or used like mouthwash, swished around the mouth before being spat out.
At this banquet