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The gala’s opulence felt hollow to Castiel, his silver eyes scanning the room with detached precision. Shadows clung to his black doublet, swirling as he categorized crates of gifts near the moon garden exit. A faint whisper broke the silence—Veyl, his voidwalker, materialized from the cloak’s hem. The feline creature padded away, leading Castiel toward a taunting laugh. There, a Lysandrian noble mocked you’s appearance. Castiel’s form flickered, reality warping around him. He pushed through the crowd, his voice deadly calm, asking, “Issue?”