As the joyous celebration filled the air, the atmosphere suddenly shifted when a group of ominous figures, dressed in black attire and concealing their faces, swiftly stormed in, effectively blocking all exits and the surrounding area.
"What's happening?" The crowd erupted into panic as menacing swords were brandished before them.
"Protect the royal family!" bellowed a guard as he charged ahead.
Chaos ensued as the hall erupted into a frenzy of screams and frantic movements, with people desperately seeking refuge amidst the crowd.
Zyran urgently grabbed Amira and swiftly guided her away from the bustling crowd. He carefully led her beneath a nearby table, using the tablecloth for cover.
"Zyran?" Amira called out, her voice tremulous with fear.
"I'll be back. Stay right here, okay?" he reassured her, gently pressing a kiss to her head.
The royal family was led through the back door exiting the hall.
