Team Soup had barely sat down at their table when the Duke's voice boomed across the room again.
"Ah, but before we continue with the evening's festivities!"
The Duke had recovered quickly. His injured hand was still tucked behind his back, but his composure had returned. He was standing near the center of the ballroom, raising his voice just enough to rise above the room's murmurs.
"There is a tradition at the Royal Gala. One that dates back to the founding of the Kingdom." He gestured grandly toward the main archway. "The Purity Test."
Two guards wearing silver armor walked through the archway, pushing a massive object between them.
It was a mirror.
