The Firebird Clan.
Rory stepped down from the aircraft wearing the formal gown Vincent had specially prepared for her.
The moment her feet touched the ground, she lifted her eyes—and nearly forgot to breathe.
Before her, suspended among rolling clouds, stood a palace so magnificent it seemed unreal, as though she had wandered into a celestial realm.
White jade steps cascaded downward like a stairway to the heavens.
Golden rooftops pierced through drifting mist. From the sweeping eaves hung rows of delicate golden chimes that swayed in the wind, though they were so high above that not even a whisper of sound reached the ground.
The Firebird Clan truly deserved its title as the foremost clan of the Central District.
The grandeur was overwhelming.
"Big Sister-in-law! Big Brother! You're finally here!"
Lola Brandon, who had clearly been waiting for them, rushed forward the moment she spotted Rory and Vincent.
When she saw Rory in her gown, her eyes widened in pure admiration.
