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The grand hall of the Kalise royal palace was a dazzling spectacle of wealth and opulence. The marble floor, polished to perfection, reflected the golden light from the massive chandeliers hanging above. Lavish silk banners in the royal colors of crimson and gold adorned the towering walls, and the scent of roasted meats, exotic spices, and sweet wine filled the air.
King Bai Xian, draped in luxurious robes, sat upon his golden throne at the head of the hall. His crown gleamed under the candlelight, and his beaming smile matched the grandeur of the occasion. He raised his goblet, and the room fell silent.
"Tonight," He announced, his voice deep and authoritative, "We celebrate the dawn of a new era for the Kalise Empire. With the support of the Blood Red Hall, our enemies crumble before us. The Heavenly Bow Empire stands on the brink of ruin, and soon, our banner will fly over their lands!"
A thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd. Nobles and ministers raised their goblets, their voices mingling in a chorus of approval.
"To King Bai Xian!"
They toasted in unison, the sound echoing off the grand hall's vaulted ceilings.
The festivities resumed with renewed vigor. Servants moved swiftly between the tables, refilling goblets with the finest wines and offering trays laden with delicacies: honey-glazed pheasant, spiced venison, and fruit tarts drizzled with golden syrup.
Laughter and chatter filled the hall as courtiers shared tales of conquests and triumphs.
At the center of the hall, a group of performers took the stage. Dancers, dressed in flowing silks, moved with grace and precision, their every step in perfect harmony with the melody of the harps and flutes.
The lead dancer, a young woman with striking emerald eyes, captivated the audience with her fluid movements, her every gesture telling a story of passion and ambition.
Beside her, a bard sang a rousing ballad of Kalise's victories on the battlefield. His voice, rich and melodious, stirred the hearts of all who listened:
"From the ashes of war, our empire shall rise,
A beacon of glory beneath the vast skies.
With courage and might, our foes we defy,
Kalise reigns supreme, let our enemies die!"
The crowd clapped and sang along, their spirits lifted by the triumphant tune. Several nobles, emboldened by the wine, rose from their seats and joined the dancers. Their clumsy attempts at the intricate steps elicited laughter and cheers from their peers.
Near the throne, Minister Zhu's absence was finally noticed by a few perceptive nobles.
"Strange," murmured Lord Han, swirling the wine in his goblet. "Minister Zhu is never one to miss a celebration like this."
Lady An, seated beside him, frowned. "Indeed. And where is General Bai? He was supposed to report back from the western front today."
Lord Han dismissed her concern with a wave. "Perhaps they are finalizing our next move against the Heavenly Bow. Strategy waits for no man, not even during a feast."
At a side table, a trio of younger nobles laughed heartily as they engaged in a contest of drinking games. Coins and jewels were tossed onto the table as bets, and the stakes grew higher with each round.
One of them, a rosy-cheeked lad named Yao Lin, slammed his goblet down triumphantly after finishing his drink in one gulp.
"Ha! Another victory for me!" Yao Lin declared, pocketing the winnings. "Who dares challenge the undefeated champion?"
His companions groaned in defeat but laughed nonetheless, their camaraderie a testament to the bonds forged through shared ambitions.
Meanwhile, in a quieter corner, a pair of elderly ministers debated the merits of different military strategies, their voices barely audible over the din of the celebration.
"King Bai Xian's alliance with the Blood Red Hall is both bold and perilous," Minister Wu mused, stroking his long, white beard. "Their methods are… unorthodox."
Minister Ren nodded solemnly. "True, but in these times, we must take whatever advantages we can. Victory justifies the means."
As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew even livelier. Servants brought out towering cakes adorned with edible gold leaf, and the nobles marveled at the extravagance. The lead dancer returned for another performance, this time accompanied by fire-eaters who dazzled the crowd with their daring displays.
King Bai Xian watched it all with satisfaction. He leaned over to his trusted advisor, Minister Qian, and said, "This is only the beginning, old friend. Soon, all shall know the might of Kalise."
Minister Qian nodded, though his eyes flickered with a hint of unease. "Indeed, Your Majesty. But we must remain vigilant. Triumph often invites envy."
Before Bai Xian could respond, the grand doors of the banquet hall groaned open. A hush fell over the room as the sudden draft extinguished several chandeliers, plunging parts of the hall into shadow.
The festive music came to an abrupt halt. All eyes turned toward the entrance.
A lone figure stood in the doorway, cloaked in dark robes. His face was obscured by a hood, and his presence exuded a chilling aura. Slowly, he stepped into the hall, the echo of his boots on the marble floor the only sound.
King Bai Xian's jovial expression vanished. He rose from his throne, his voice ringing with authority. "Who dares disturb my banquet?"
The figure remained silent, but behind him, more robed figures emerged from the shadows, their numbers growing with each passing second. They lined the walls, their stillness unnerving.
"Guards!" Bai Xian barked. "Remove these intruders at once!"
But no guards came.
The silence was broken by a series of distant, muffled thuds—the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the ground. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the realization set in: the palace had been breached.
The lead figure stepped forward, pulling back his hood to reveal a scarred face with cold, unfeeling eyes. He spoke in a low, menacing tone. "Your Majesty, tonight marks the end of your reign."
A wave of panic swept through the hall. Nobles scrambled to their feet, knocking over chairs and goblets in their haste. Some tried to flee, only to find their paths blocked by the assassins.
King Bai Xian's face turned ashen.
"Who sent you?" He demanded, his voice trembling.
The assassin did not answer. Instead, he raised a hand, and the room descended into chaos.
The assassins moved with deadly precision, their blades cutting down nobles and ministers with ruthless efficiency.
The air filled with the sound of clashing steel, desperate cries for help, and the sickening thud of bodies hitting the floor.
King Bai Xian tried to escape, but his path was blocked by another group of assassins. He stumbled back, his eyes darting around in search of an opening.
"Who… who could have orchestrated this?" He muttered, clutching his chest as fear overtook him. "The Bai Da Empire will—"
His words were cut short as the assassin leader lunged forward, plunging a dagger into the king's heart.
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