The Reporter’s side of the story… Reporting Live at the World Gala - reporter William Korvo along with cameraman Jarvis.
> The Supreme Houses enters with style
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Standing tall, her voice clear and unwavering, Inge Aurae Silverine 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. A hushed murmur of admiration spread through the attendees, each understanding the moment's gravity as House Silverine once again declared their unrelenting commitment to peace, law, and stability.
A solemn awe settled throughout the hall and the massive gates opened once more.
The atmosphere shifted, anticipation buzzing through the crowd like static electricity. House Sentina, known as The Guardians and revered for their indomitable will and role as the shield of the world, made their entrance with an undeniable sense of purpose.
The head of House Sentina, Damian Falkorna Sentina, strode forward, a towering figure at 6 feet 4 inches. Dressed in a stylish white and gold military uniform adorned with multiple medals, he exuded an air of authority and discipline. His blond hair framed a chiseled face, and his striking green eyes surveyed the audience with a blend of confidence and solemnity. The crowd couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer presence of this hunk of a man, but what truly commanded their attention was the massive tower shield strapped to his back - his signature armament, the Sentinel of Earth. It gleamed in the light, a testament to his family's legacy of protection and strength.
Following closely behind him was his son and heir, Keith Falkorna Sentina, aged 22. A spitting image of his father, Keith matched Damian’s disciplined demeanor in a similar uniform. He held the flag of House Sentina, a striking design featuring a shield with wings, symbolizing the protective embrace of their lineage. As they entered, a cadre of Sentinels Knights marched behind them, clad in full heavy metal armour, each standing at an imposing six feet tall. Their very appearance was the epitome of protection and safety, reinforcing the reputation of House Sentina as a formidable guardians.
William’s gaze shifted between the members of House Sentina, his demeanor growing solemn and respectful.
He understood the significance of their entrance, recognizing that this was not just a show of grandeur; it was a powerful statement of their enduring commitment to safeguarding the realm. Each step they took resonated with the promise of protection, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those who had gathered for this monumental event.
As the anticipation built, William fully expected the head of House Sentina, Damian Falkorna Sentina, to give a rousing speech, much like the head of House Silverine had done just moments before. However, instead of stepping forward to address the audience, Damian simply gave a firm nod, his green eyes scanning the crowd briefly before he made his way to stand alongside House Silverine. There was no grand proclamation, no declaration of House Sentina's role as The Guardians. But even in his silence, Damian’s presence was commanding. The flags of both House Silverine and House Sentina were planted firmly beside one another, a quiet but powerful symbol of their shared responsibility and unity.
The crowd, initially surprised by the lack of fanfare, seemed to understand the deeper message: House Sentina did not need words to affirm their strength. Their actions and the steadfastness of their shield were all the assurance the world needed.
As William watched with a solemn reverence, a wave of awe swept through the grand hall.
A massive phoenix made entirely of flame soared in, its fiery wings lighting the space in brilliant hues. The ethereal creature let out a powerful, echoing chirp as it circled the hall, before gracefully descending next to the two Supreme Houses, Silverine and Sentina, both of which remained stoic and impassive at the display of magical grandeur. In a flash of light and flame, the phoenix vanished, replaced by the third Supreme House to make their entrance, House Vanreispell, known throughout the world as The Path of Mages.
The crowd's awe reached its pinnacle as the imposing figure of Dragovic Hex Vanreispell took the forefront. His once-crimson hair, now streaked with gray, gave him a dignified, almost timeless appearance. His styled gray and black three-piece coat with a flowing cape exuded both class and command, while his piercing blood-red eyes surveyed the crowd with the intensity of a seasoned war mage. His aura alone demanded respect, and the hall fell into a quiet murmur.
Trailing closely at his right side was his heir, Victor Hectia Vanreispell, a younger, vibrant reflection of his father. At 19 years old, Victor confidently strode forward, proudly planting the flagpole of House Vanreispell, its insignia, a majestic phoenix rising from an open book, into the ground beside the others. Unlike his father’s restrained demeanor, Victor waved and smiled at the crowd, exuding a youthful charm that sparked excited whispers among the attendees.
William took a deep breath, his voice soft yet reverent as he narrated, "The flames of House Vanreispell burn brighter than ever... Their mastery of magic remains unparalleled, their presence a testament to their timeless power."
As the hall basked in the warm glow of anticipation, the atmosphere took another shift. William, who had maintained an almost playful tone up to this point, adopted a more solemn, reverent demeanor as the faint golden light spread through the room. His voice lowered in respect, perfectly matching the ambiance of the moment.
"Ah, now this is something else," William said, his tone softened. "It seems we're being blessed by none other than House Celeste, the House of Saints. The golden light? That’s not just for show, folks. It’s a prayer, a blessing, a tribute to Mother Earth herself. And leading the prayer, as always, is their revered matriarch, Angelica May Celeste. Now, if there were ever a figure who embodied the divine, it would be her."
The camera zoomed in as Angelica made her graceful entrance. Her long, saintly garb, white with golden embroidery that depicted images of Mother Earth cradling her children, flowed behind her like a holy banner. Her strawberry-blonde hair shimmered in the soft glow of the light, and her expression was one of serene holiness. The sheer presence she commanded brought even the chatter of the most powerful figures in the room to a respectful hush.
“And behind her,” William continued, “comes her daughter, the heir of House Celeste, Sophia Judith Celeste. A near-exact replica of her mother, both in appearance and in devotion. At just 18 years old, she already carries the weight of the House’s legacy. And look at that, holding the flag of House Celeste with hands as steady as if they were carved from marble.”
Sophia, much like her mother, moved with an air of reverence, her lips mouthing the ancient prayer as her mother led. The flagpole in her hands seemed to glow with the same golden light, a beacon of purity in this gathering of might and power. Together, the mother and daughter advanced, leading the entire hall in a prayer to Mother Earth.
William took a breath, allowing the atmosphere to settle. “Listen to that,” he whispered, “the entire hall has joined in the prayer. Saints or not, when House Celeste calls for reverence, even the most hardened hearts in this room bow their heads.”
The golden light bathed the audience, its warmth soothing but filled with unspoken strength. Every Supreme House and guest seemed touched by the blessing, their voices now blending into the soft chant as the hall became a sanctuary of respect and unity. William’s voice grew more solemn as the prayer reached its climax.
“As the hymn ends,” he said quietly, “the blessing will fade, but its power... that will remain with us.”
The chant slowly died down, and the golden light dimmed, leaving behind a quiet, reverent atmosphere. Angelica and Sophia reached their place alongside the other Houses, standing tall with their heads bowed in final prayer. As the light flickered out, the hall seemed to exhale collectively, the sense of awe and gratitude palpable.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” William said, his voice returning to its usual cadence, “that was House Celeste, the House of Saints, leaving their mark on tonight’s event as only they can. A reminder, if you will, that even in a world of power and grandeur, there are still those who move with grace, devotion, and the blessings of Mother Earth herself."
As the atmosphere settled from the reverence of House Celeste's grand entrance, William shifted his tone once more, this time building the tension and excitement that now filled the room.
"And now, my dear viewers," William began, his voice carrying a heightened edge of anticipation, "we await the entrance of the final two houses. These are not just Supreme Houses – they are the powerhouses among them. The legends. The warriors who have seen battle like no other, who have faced horrors that most wouldn’t dare dream of.”
He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes narrowing as if visualizing the destruction these houses had wrought. “If House Silverine and House Sentina were the first to fell a Calamity, blowing the horn to signal battle, then the Houses about to enter next are the reason the monsters out there fear us. Yes, these are the Houses that made even the beasts and calamities call humans the real monsters.”
The crowd murmured in anticipation, and even those in the highest seats leaned forward, eager for the grand display they knew was coming.
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“House Zhao and House Drakesier,” William continued, his voice rising as he fueled the excitement. “The very names send ripples through the room, don’t they? These are the Houses that bring with them the echoes of endless battles. The sheer destruction they've unleashed on the Calamities is beyond measure a testament to their might and ferocity. Make no mistake, when these Houses march into battle, the world itself seems to quake."
His eyes scanned the crowd, noting the anticipation and awe as if the spectators were bracing themselves for the sheer power these next entries would bring.
The room seemed to hold its collective breath, waiting for the next unveiling.
“And sure enough, here they are,” William said, his tone shifting to a more solemn and respectful cadence.
House Zhao entered in full display of traditional Chinese attire, their outfits resplendent and rich in detail, symbolizing their pride and heritage. Leading the way was none other than the high elder himself, Zhao Shen Jie. The old man, hunched over, walked slowly with the help of a stick, simple, made from a wooden branch but its unassuming appearance only made it more significant. This man, after all, was a living legend.
The moment Zhao Shen Jie appeared, the entire hall collectively stood. It was automatic. The respect he commanded was undeniable, and even those from rival houses couldn't help but bow in reverence. The founder of House Zhao, the man who survived the Cataclysm, fought through endless terrors, and most famously, killed the Undying Calamity.
William’s voice lowered, a genuine note of respect filtering through. “And here he is… Zhao Shen Jie. The living legend. The man who raised House Zhao from the ashes of the world’s darkest times. It was his hand that dealt the final blow to the Undying Calamity the scourge that would have consumed us all. A true symbol of resilience.”
As the elder slowly made his way down the grand aisle, he was helped by none other than the matriarch of House Zhao, Xu, known as the Queen of Heavens. Dressed in flowing white and jade robes, she walked with unparalleled grace, supporting her elder as they made their entrance. Following behind were her children. Zhao Zheng, the 20-year-old heir, held the flagpole bearing the House insignia a magnificent Chinese dragon taking flight, a symbol of their unyielding strength. Walking beside him was his sister, Zhao Yu, mirroring her mother’s grace, her every step poised and deliberate.
William continued with reverence in his tone, “The old man might be hunched, his back bent by the weight of centuries of battles, but make no mistake his spirit stands taller than any man in this room. And with the future of House Zhao following closely behind, it’s a house that shows no sign of wavering.”
The room, once again, buzzed with hushed murmurs as the audience admired House Zhao’s entrance. Even amidst the grandeur of the event, Zhao Shen Jie’s presence made everything else feel small in comparison. His legacy cast a long shadow, and for this moment, everyone was content to stand in it.
William’s voice swelled with a mix of awe and gratitude as he commented on the scene unfolding before him.
"To witness this... I don’t think words can capture the magnitude of this moment. Being here, watching House Zhao make their entrance with the legendary Zhao Shen Jie leading the way it’s beyond an honor. We’re standing in the presence of history, ladies and gentlemen. This is the man who stood tall during the darkest hours of the Cataclysm and brought down the Undying Calamity. And yet, even that pales in comparison to what’s next.”
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle over the audience as they too seemed to hold their breath. His tone lowered, brimming with excitement as he anticipated the next grand arrival.
"And yet, there’s one more house to make their entrance. The strongest of the Supreme Houses... House Drakesier. They’ve done the impossible defeating not one, but two Calamities. If you count the Clone, they’ve killed three. Think about that for a moment two Calamities, both wiped out by the strength of this house. No other family can make such a claim. House Drakesier... they are living legends, and I guarantee that when they walk through those gates, we’ll all feel the weight of their power."
As House Drakesier made their entrance, everything seemed to pause. The grand hall, which had been filled with murmurs of excitement moments before, now stood in complete silence. It wasn’t fanfare or spectacle that heralded their arrival, but the sheer presence of the overwhelming aura that accompanied Lady Artoria Aura Drakesier, known across the world as The Absolute. Her appearance, though simple, commanded all eyes.
She wore a plain dark suit embroidered with silver and red, and each step of her boots echoed through the still hall. William's voice, usually confident and brimming with commentary, dropped to a reverent hush.
"Even without the grandeur of the other houses, you can feel it. Lady Drakesier doesn’t need spectacle her presence alone demands reverence. The Absolute... she truly lives up to her name. Look at the way her gaze sweeps through the crowd like she’s already in command of every person in this room, without a word."
The camera followed her every move, panning over the chilling intensity in her cold blue eyes. As she joined the rest of the Supreme Houses, the next figure entered in her wake: Noralyne Heart, known as The White Saintess. Her flowing crimson hair caught the light, contrasting her soothing presence with Lady Drakesier's commanding aura, offering a sense of relief to the awe-struck crowd. William’s voice returned with a hint of admiration.
"And there she is... the saintess herself, Noralyne Heart. It’s as if her very presence blesses the people her grace, her compassion, it’s palpable in the air."
But the attention of the crowd quickly shifted to the next figure. The heir to House Drakesier followed, dressed not in formal wear, but a dark trench coat that seemed more fit for battle than celebration. Adorned with red and silver, they moved with purpose, effortlessly carrying the massive flagpole of House Drakesier, forged from Orthon the densest and most powerful magical metal, used to reinforce city walls.
William's voice took on a tone of disbelief as he continued, "Look at that... that's Orthon! The heir is carrying it like it’s nothing. This is a metal so heavy that few can even lift it, and yet, here they are, bearing the weight of the entire house, both figuratively and literally."
The camera zoomed in on the heir’s pale blue eyes, focused intently on Lady Drakesier as if seeking something in her unyielding presence. But just as the tension reached its peak, the mood shifted once more.
In came the daughter of Lady Drakesier, Arisa Arisa Artoria Drakesier, her emerald gown shimmering under the light. Her cuteness and warmth melted the hearts of the crowd, breaking the intense atmosphere. A ripple of surprise passed through the audience as they realized she was accompanied by none other than the young Princess of House Vanreispell, flames dancing around her blood-crimson hair.
William chuckled, lightening the mood himself, "Well now, what a pleasant surprise! It seems House Drakesier has more than one trick up their sleeve. Arisa Drakesier, is always a heart-stealer, but who could’ve expected the princess of House Vanreispell to join her side? This... this is the kind of moment that reminds you just how intertwined the Supreme Houses really are. Rivalries or not, at the end of the day, there’s still family, connection, and legacy."
The camera panned over the pair, focusing on the warmth shared between the two girls, a stark contrast to the earlier tension in the room. The stage was set, and the Supreme Houses had all arrived.
As the last of the Supreme Houses took their place, the air of anticipation became almost tangible. William, having regained his full composure, shifted his commentary to match the gravity of the moment.
"And now, with all the houses present, we stand at the precipice of something truly special. The stage is set, the legends have gathered... and it’s time to celebrate the achievements of those who continue to push humanity forward."
From the center stage, a soft chime echoed, signaling the beginning of the World Gala’s official opening. The host, Inge Aurae Silverine, took center stage once again, her commanding voice filling the vast hall with the poise and grace befitting the head of the Order Keepers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, and champions of our world," she began, her silver eyes sweeping across the crowd, "Today, we honor those who have excelled in their duties and sacrifices to uphold the legacy of our world. Those who have fought, who have innovated, and who have protected us all from the darkness that seeks to consume."
William's tone grew solemn yet proud, as he added, "This... this is what the World Gala is all about. It’s more than just a gathering of power. It’s a recognition of the blood, sweat, and brilliance that has allowed us to stand where we are today. Each award given today represents countless lives saved, countless battles won, and the very spirit of humanity’s resilience."
Inge continued, "We begin with the ‘Shield of Valor’ award, presented to those who have stood unwavering in the defense of our realm, holding back the tides of destruction and preserving peace even in the face of the unimaginable."
As the first recipient made their way to the stage, the room erupted into applause, their achievements marked by a wave of admiration and respect.
As the first recipient made their way to the stage, the room erupted into applause, their achievements celebrated with a wave of admiration and respect that resonated throughout the grand hall.
The ceremony continued with many honored for their unparalleled bravery, intelligence, and service. William watched with focus and respect, each moment reaffirming the importance of this gathering. The event moved swiftly as time passed, award after award celebrating contributions to the world.
Finally, as the applause for the last honored recipient faded, Lady Inge Aurae Silverine took the stage once more, her presence demanding attention as she prepared to announce the night’s crowning achievement.
"And now," her voice rang out, "we come to the individual whose contributions this year have surpassed all others. The one whose dedication has changed the lives of countless souls and given hope where none was thought possible."
William leaned forward slightly in his seat, his eyes narrowing with curiosity and focus. He sensed the room collectively doing the same, the energy thick with anticipation.
"Dr. Jenkins," Lady Silverine called, "please step forward."
A middle-aged woman, her demeanor humble yet commanding in its own way, appeared, guarded by sentinels. Her unassuming presence immediately sparked a wave of murmurs throughout the hall. William caught snatches of hushed conversations: "Who is she? Find out everything you can," as the news organizations scrambled to gather any details about this mysterious figure. It was clear that even in a room filled with the most influential individuals in the world, Dr. Jenkins’ appearance had taken many by surprise.
Lady Silverine began detailing her achievements, her voice filled with a reverence that seemed to quiet the low buzz of speculation.
"Dr. Jenkins has done the impossible. After years of tireless research and countless sacrifices, she has created a cure for those affected by the miasma. The corruption once thought irreversible, led to horrific mutations in those exposed. Whole families lost their loved ones as they were turned into something... unrecognizable."
The room, once buzzing with curiosity, now fell silent in awe.
"But through her efforts, Dr. Jenkins has given these people their lives back. She’s restored not only their bodies but also their dignity, and their humanity. Her work has been the light that cut through the darkest of shadows, and for that, the world owes her a debt beyond measure."
William could feel the weight of those words settling over the crowd. He knew well the horrors of the miasma how entire cities had been quarantined, their citizens left to their grim fates. To hear that someone had finally found a cure… it was no wonder that every organization and house wanted to know more about this remarkable woman.
The applause swelled, growing louder and more thunderous, but Lady Silverine raised a hand, summoning an ancient-looking set of scales to the stage. Its weight and age seemed to pulse with the wisdom and significance of countless ages.
"And now," Lady Silverine said, turning to Dr. Jenkins, "we, the heads of the Supreme Houses, honor you with the title of Pioneer a title awarded to only those who push the boundaries of human understanding and survival to new heights."
The heads of all six Supreme Houses Silverine, Sentina, Vanreispell, Celeste, Zhao, and Drakesier stepped forward, each placing a hand upon the ancient scales. It was a symbolic gesture, one that carried the weight of their collective might and acknowledgment. As they did, the hall stood in silent awe, witnessing this rare and monumental moment.
"From this day forth, let it be known that Dr. Jenkins is not only the savior of the afflicted but also a Pioneer, blazing a path for future generations." Lady Silverine’s voice was strong and clear, sealing the moment in history.
William sat back, his heart swelling with both pride and reverence for the occasion. He knew that he had just witnessed something that would be remembered for generations a night where history was made, and the future reshaped in the hands of one remarkable woman.
Following the drums, the party began.
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