Part 12 of the reactions, and response of the parties invited to So'Val's birth as a celebration to the Marquis's mansion!

In the northern expanse of Eldoria lies the Dragon Dominion of Drakoria, a realm enshrouded in a captivating aura of mystery.

Towering mountains, their crowns dusted with perpetual snow, stand as sentinels guarding the secrets of time.

These majestic peaks, carved by the ancient breath of primordial dragons, exude an otherworldly grandeur.

A sprawling ancient forest, its verdant canopy veiling the land in a cloak of emerald secrecy, whispers tales of epochs long forgotten.

Wisps of ethereal mist weave through the ancient woodland, carrying with them the echoes of bygone ages, a testament to the enduring pact between dragon and nature.

The weather, a symphony orchestrated by the dragons' whims, unfolds with dramatic flair. Storms materialize, raging across the heavens, resonating with the majestic roars of the primordial beasts.

Yet, in moments of serene tranquility, gentle breezes carry the subtle whispers of the ancient forest, revealing the delicate balance between the elements and the mystical creatures that inhabit Drakoria.

The creation of this awe-inspiring realm is etched in the annals of Eldoria's history. It is said that the First Wyrm, a colossal embodiment of draconic power, unfurled its colossal wings, shaping the mountains with each mighty stroke.

The very essence of its fiery breath birthed the enchanted flora that now thrives within the heart of the ancient forest, eternally binding the fate of Drakoria to the primordial forces that brought it into existence.

The enigmatic dragon royal family, known as the Emberthorne Dynasty, commands the mystical Dragon Dominion of Drakoria in the northern expanse of Eldoria.

King Pyrrhos the Inferno Sovereign and Queen Emberelle the Flameweaver lead this fiery lineage. Emberelle's enigmatic brother, the Pyroclasmic Sage named Ignarius, and the elusive Aunt Vulcanara, mistress of the Ember Veil, complete the immediate family.

Their offspring, the tempestuous Princess Pyralithia, the Ember Temptress, and the audacious Prince Ignarion, the Infernal Scion, bear the Emberthorne symbol—a blazing phoenix intertwined with molten runes, symbolizing the union of fire and draconic might.

The history of the Dragon Dominion is woven into the Crucible of Emberforge, a cataclysmic event ignited by the primal breath of the Ember Drakon.

The Emberthornes emerged as flame-veiled sentinels, their scales imbued with the very essence of draconic infernos.

The Dragon Dominion's creation is veiled in the myth of the Pyroclasmic Drakon, a primordial dragon whose wings sculpted the searing peaks, and whose breath birthed the incandescent groves of the ancient forest.

The land, resonating with the echoes of emberforge, became a sanctuary where the dance of fire and dragonkind converged.

Within the Dragon Dominion, the Emberthorne Dynasty safeguards the blazing phoenix, ensuring the delicate balance between fire and draconic power persists.

As the scorching winds whisper through the fiery canyons and the ember-lit flames dance, the mysterious legacy of the Emberthorne Dynasty endures, whispered through the enigmatic caverns of Drakoria.

In the ethereal Dragon Dominion of Drakoria, an air of mystique enveloped the Emberthorne Dynasty as the celestial messenger, a shimmering draconic envoy, delivered the invitation with a burst of embers.

King Pyrrhos, his fiery eyes ablaze, and Queen Emberelle, cloaked in ember-hued silks, exchanged knowing glances.

Uncle Ignarius, the Pyroclasmic Sage, examined the invitation with a flicker of fascination, and Aunt Vulcanara, mistress of the Ember Veil, nodded approvingly.

The scion of flames, Princess Pyralithia, and the infernal Prince Ignarion, reveled in the spectacle, their scales shimmering in fiery hues as they acknowledged the magical summons.

Across the mystical halls of Drakoria, the Emberthorne Dynasty embraced the invitation's enchantment, their family emblem—a blazing phoenix intertwined with molten runes—flickering with ethereal radiance.

In the Dragon Dominion's grandeur, they prepared for the magical journey ahead. As twilight veiled the Dragon Dominion, the envoy unfurled its wings, departing for the Human Empire of Valoria.

Meanwhile, in the opulent mansion of the Mujôna Marquis, Augustine and Winter Frostbane Mujôna received the invitation in the Western Continent.

The Marquis himself, beaming with pride, and the Marquess Winter, an embodiment of frost-kissed elegance, marveled at the arrival of the enchanting missive.

With joy resonating through the halls, they prepared to welcome So'Val Mujôna, the esteemed offspring born of their esteemed union.

The next day, the human and draconic realms would converge in celebration, a testament to the enduring bonds between the realms of Valoria and Drakoria in the fantastical realm of Eldoria.

As the Emberthorne Dynasty from the Dragon Dominion of Drakoria beheld the mansion of Augustine Mujôna, Marquis of the Human Empire of Valoria, a collective gasp of awe resonated through the regal entourage.

King Pyrrhos, his fiery gaze alight with appreciation, and Queen Emberelle, cloaked in a shimmering cloak of flames, exchanged approving nods.

Uncle Ignarius, the Pyroclasmic Sage, marveled at the intricate fusion of dragonkin and human architecture, his eyes gleaming with fascination.

Aunt Vulcanara, mistress of the Ember Veil, wove tendrils of shadows that caressed the mansion's contours, adding a touch of ethereal mystique.

The scion of flames, Princess Pyralithia, and the infernal Prince Ignarion, dazzled by the sight, unfurled their wings in unison.

Their scales, adorned with the Emberthorne emblem—a blazing phoenix intertwined with molten runes—reflected the ambient brilliance of the mansion.

In the majestic aura of Augustine Mujôna's mansion, the Emberthorne Dynasty from the Dragon Dominion of Drakoria descended upon the lavish grounds, greeted by a unique assembly.

The head-butler, a silent maestro of hospitality, orchestrated the welcome without uttering a single word.

King Pyrrhos, his regal bearing matched by the fierce intensity in his eyes, and Queen Emberelle, draped in robes of ember-hued silk, exchanged acknowledging nods with the silent head-butler.

Uncle Ignarius, the Pyroclasmic Sage, and Aunt Vulcanara, mistress of the Ember Veil, reciprocated the silent greeting with enigmatic smiles.

The scion of flames, Princess Pyralithia, and the infernal Prince Ignarion, unfurled their wings, radiating a Draconic elegance that seamlessly merged with the regal ambiance.

Their scales, adorned with the Emberthorne emblem—a blazing phoenix intertwined with molten runes—glistened with an otherworldly brilliance.

As the royal family progressed into the mansion, the head-butler's ten subordinates, each a master of their craft, formed an unspoken guard of honor.

Their symbols, unique and intricate, reflected talents ranging from culinary mastery to arcane expertise, creating a living mystery of skills.

In the Grand Hall, the silent head-butler and his adept team orchestrated a symphony of hospitality.

Within the hall, the Emberthorne Dynasty experienced a unique and silent welcoming, a testament to the harmonious collaboration between Valoria and Drakoria.

As the celebration of So'Val Mujôna's birth unfolded, the silent ballet of hospitality became a distinctive chapter in the magical saga of Eldoria.