Chapter 302: Man's Plans Are No Match for Heaven's

Gortani, clad in silver Mithril armor, stood quietly under the palm trees, with the pale moonlight cascading over her platinum blonde hair, creating a gentle ripple of light.

Her eyes were melancholic; her expression, helpless.

The spread fronds of the palm trees resembled wild ghouls' claws flaring in anger, hiding her figure from behind as if ready to snatch her at any moment.

The Beamon elders of Feilengcui heaved a long sigh of relief; the rightful leader had finally arrived.

All the Beamon warriors held their breath, eyes bulging with curiosity as they speculated what would unfold next—whether the moment would escalate to fiery confrontation or smoothly transition to tranquility.

The varied conjectures filled them with both tension and a touch of excitement and anticipation.

"Your Highness, may we start the wedding feast now?" Mr. Jabbar, the penguin butler, stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back, elegantly addressing the Overlord.