The Reporter’s side of the story… Reporting Live at the World Gala - reporter William Korvo along with cameraman Jarvis.

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“ Sir William, you are good to go in 3…2…1...Action!”

The camera whirred to life as the crisp, clear voice of the seasoned reporter filled the airwaves.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome all to truly the grandest event on Earth – the World Gala, broadcasting live from the legendary Silverine Islands. I’m William Korvo, your guide to all things spectacular tonight, and let me tell you, it’s shaping up to be a dazzling affair! As always, this isn’t just any party. Oh no, this is the World Gala, the event that brings together the mightiest figures from across the globe for two days of sheer grandeur and, let’s not forget, world-changing decisions."

William paused, adjusting the lapel of his sharp, well-fitted suit as a subtle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His graying hair, peppered with streaks of silver, and his wizened, discerning eyes gave him an air of deep knowledge – someone who’d reported on the most important events in history, and could add a touch of humor to even the most serious of occasions.

"For those of you watching at home, it’s worth reminding you that this isn’t your average party. We’re talking about an event that’s only held once every three years, an event steeped in tradition and significance. The first World Gala dates back to August of 3008, after Earth had finally been stabilized and society remerged. The Supreme Houses reclaimed Earth for the terrible grasp of Calamities in 2094, and in the decades that followed, the world was rebuilt, and reborn. This gala is the ultimate symbol of that resurrection."

William raised his hand, gesturing for the camera to switch to a drone that ascended upwards. The view expanded, showing the Silverine Islands in all their glory rolling green hills, pristine shores, and towering structures that reflected both old-world grandeur and cutting-edge modernity all lit up brilliantly. The Camera switched back inside the ballroom, glittering with chandeliers and filled with elegantly dressed guests, came into view, a true spectacle of wealth, power, and beauty.

"Ah, yes," William continued in his deep charismatic voice, "this event isn’t just about the glitz and glamor, though. It’s about unity, peace, and, perhaps most importantly, progress.”

"The Silverine Islands," William said with reverence, "home to the world’s most powerful. These lands belong to House Silverine, one of the Six Supreme Houses that symbolizes order and laws.”

“Now, the first day of the World Gala is all about celebration. A grand ball, socializing, flaunting wealth and influence, but tomorrow? Tomorrow is when the real work begins. The heads of the Supreme Houses themselves will sit down in a closed session, discussing world security, laws, and our global future. What happens in that room affects everyone – from the heads of state to the man in the street."

William gestured, opening his arms to the World Gala Ballroom.

The camera zoomed in once again, focusing on the ballroom’s entrance as guests began arriving. Dressed in their finest gowns and suits, representatives from some of the world’s most powerful families: the Vassals, nobles, and aristocrats stepped out of luxurious limousines, making their way inside with a grace and confidence that comes with tremendous power and strength.

"Now, take a look at this crowd," William said with a sweep of his hand. "Here we have the vassal families, powerful in their own right, mingling below us. These families have served the Supreme Houses for decades back into the time of calamities, and their influence stretches far and wide. Of course, they’re all waiting for the real stars of the night - the Supreme Houses themselves. These are the people who control vast territories, command unmatched power, and, let’s be honest, their presence alone can shift the tides of nations. But until they arrive, there’s plenty to see."

The ballroom itself was a sight to behold. Grand chandeliers dripped with crystals, casting a soft, sparkling light over the marble floors. High windows stretched from floor to ceiling, opening up breathtaking views of the ocean. Dozens of tables, draped in gold and silver cloth, filled the room, with waiters silently weaving through the crowd, offering champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Guests were already mingling, their soft laughter and casual conversations blending with the gentle music that played in the background.

"Ah, look at them," Korvo said with a knowing chuckle. "You’d think they were here just to enjoy themselves, but trust me, beneath those smiles are calculating minds already planning alliances, mergers, and perhaps even rivalries. The World Gala might be a place of beauty, but it’s also a battlefield of influence for those in power and those who want to grow in power"

He paused, letting the camera linger on a particularly prominent group of vassal family members, all dressed in coordinated colors and standing with an air of quiet power.

"Take these families, for instance – House Aurum, one of the oldest and wealthiest vassals of House Silverine. They’ve been around since the start, quietly amassing wealth and pulling strings behind the scenes, and now hold the majority of business and shares of world commerce"

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As William continued his commentary, the camera shifted to a view of the grand stage at the far end of the ballroom, where the night’s true spectacle would begin.

"Now, as much as I enjoy the politics and the posturing, there’s another reason why everyone’s gathered here tonight," he said, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial tone. "The bestowment Award. Every three years, the Supreme Houses bestow a title on someone who has gone above and beyond in their field. The title alone is enough to elevate someone to near-legendary status. And the best part? Anyone can win it. You don’t have to be born into one of the great houses. It could be someone who clawed their way up from the slums. The Supreme Houses made it clear–genius will be nurtured, no matter where it comes from."

William leaned in toward the camera, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This year’s title is The Pioneer. No one knows exactly in which field the award is, but you can bet that the one who receives it will be making headlines for years to come. The anticipation is killing me, and I’m supposed to be the professional here!" William then turned slightly, signaling the camera operator to prepare for the next shot. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, as we wait for the Supreme Houses to make their grand entrance, let’s take a moment to soak in the atmosphere."

The camera shifted once more, revealing the grand architecture, the shimmering lights reflecting off the sea surrounding the island, and the sound of soft, classical music drifting through the night air. A soft hum echoed across the ballroom as Minerva Aurum, a sensation in her own right, appeared on stage, her voice immediately drawing the attention of everyone in the room. "Ah, there she is," William whispered with a grin.

"Minerva Aurum, the Singing Maestro herself. Belonging to House Aurum, a vassal of the great House Silverine, Minerva’s voice is said to be otherworldly. A fitting presence to help us kick off the evening, wouldn’t you all say?"

Minerva raised her hand, and the room fell silent, her voice soothing as she addressed the gathering. With a slight hum, she calmed the restless crowd, the beauty of her voice seeming to enchant even the most hardened aristocrats. The Gala was in full swing now, and as William took in the scene around him, he leaned forward slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Well, folks, this is just the beginning. The night is young, and who knows what surprises it will bring? I, for one, can’t wait to see what happens next."

The camera pulled back, taking in the grandeur of the moment, as the World Gala officially began.

"~The sun is rising, feel the beat~,

~In every step, we chase the heat~,

~Hold on tight, the night is young~,

~Together we’ll find where we belong~."

As the final notes of Minerva’s song faded into the night, leaving the crowd in a state of hushed calm, a deep gong echoed throughout the grand hall. The resonance was so profound, that you could feel it in your chest, like a pulse in the air itself.

William’s breath hitched as the atmosphere thickened with a mix of anticipation and awe.

A crimson carpet unfurled across the polished marble floor, weaving its way through the sea of distinguished guests. The fabric gleamed under the soft glow of the chandeliers, creating an elegant, almost ethereal pathway leading straight to the heart of the stage. All eyes turned as the colossal, ornately designed gates at the far end of the room began to groan open. The air practically crackled with excitement. William’s voice cut in just above a whisper, still in awe of the scene unfolding before him.

“And there it is, folks. The moment we’ve all been waiting for.” He gestured subtly towards the gates, his tone professional but charged with excitement. “The Supreme Houses… are making their grand entrance.”

The hall seemed to hold its breath, every guest no matter their rank on the edge of their seats.

‘Dum dum dumm’

As the massive gates groaned open, William’s playful tone from earlier shifted, growing more solemn and respectful as the moment of grandeur approached. His voice, now carrying the weight of the world’s history and tradition, cut through the silence of the hall.

“And first, as hosts of the night, House Silverine. Known throughout the world as The Order Keepers, they’ve upheld balance and stability during the turbulent times,” he announced, his gaze focused on the spectacle.

The air grew calm, almost too orderly as if the very presence of House Silverine imposed a sense of control over the room. Heads turned to witness the powerful matriarch of the family stepping forward.

Inge Aurae Silverine, a woman of commanding presence, entered first. Her silver hair, tinged with crimson at the tips, gleamed under the chandeliers. She wore a sleek black peak lapel suit with intricate silver embroidery, moving with the kind of precision that only years of authority could grant.

“This is Inge Aurae Silverine, head of House Silverine,” William narrated, his tone filled with reverence as his right hand bumped his heart in the knight salute. “She’s known not only for her unshakable leadership but also for her sense of justice. It’s said no decision of hers has ever been questioned.”

Behind her followed the future of the house, the young heir: Levina Inge Silverine, a striking reflection of her mother.

At only nineteen, Levina carried herself with the same unwavering poise. She, too, wore a black suit embroidered with silver, but in her hand, she bore the banner of House Silverine—’ The Scales of Chaos and Order ‘, held high on a long flagpole. Her silver eyes, sharp and focused, gave her a nearly regal air.

“And there, we see Levina Inge Silverine, the heir and flagbearer of House Silverine. Already proving to be as formidable as her mother,” William commented, as the camera zoomed in on the crisp silver embroidery and the weight of the banner in her hand.

Trailing behind Levina was the youngest member of the Silverine family, Vienna Ingress Silverine. At only fifteen, she moved with the same inherent grace, though her carefree nature showed as she bit into an apple, seemingly unconcerned by the formalities. Her silver eyes–similar to her mother's and sister’s – flickered with a faint crimson hue, adding an almost mischievous touch to her otherwise serene appearance. She wore a black and silver gown, balancing elegance with youth, and a small beauty mark under her right eye only added to her unique charm.

“Vienna Ingress Silverine,” William said, a hint of amusement in his voice now. “The youngest of the Silverines, but already, one can see she’s as sharp as the rest of her family. Though she may not show it, her mind is always at work, even if it’s behind that apple.”

Then came the most significant knights of House Silverine, their polished armor reflecting the light of the grand hall, each one a living testament to the power and might the Silverine family commanded. They moved in perfect formation, their presence adding to the air of control and structure that House Silverine represented.

“And finally, the elite knights of House Silverine,” William added, his voice returning to a deep reverence. “Loyal, disciplined, and utterly devoted to maintaining the balance that their house is known for. With them present, the aura of the Silverine family is complete.”

The crowd watched in awe, the Silverine family’s entrance setting the tone for the rest of the night. William remained quiet for a moment, allowing the sheer power and dignity of the scene to sink in. As Inge Aurae Silverine reached the center stage, the room grew utterly silent, the weight of her presence commanding everyone's full attention. Her silver eyes, sharp with authority, scanned the crowd, and for a brief moment, the air felt thick with anticipation. The aura of House Silverine’s legacy - order, balance, and control - seemed to radiate from her with each passing second.

Standing tall, her voice clear and resolute, she began,

“For centuries, House Silverine has kept the balance of this world. We have restored order when chaos threatens to consume us all. And we will continue to uphold that sacred duty… until our last breath.”

Her words echoed throughout the grand hall, carrying with them the weight of her family’s power and their unwavering dedication to maintaining stability. The air grew still, a ripple of acknowledgment moving through the crowd. Every head turned, every ear listened, as the sheer force of her conviction hung in the room like an unbreakable oath.

Her gaze moved over the audience, a silent promise lingering in her expression. A hushed murmur of admiration spread through the attendees, each understanding the gravity of the moment as House Silverine once again declared their unrelenting commitment to peace, law, and stability.

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