The hush that enveloped the luxurious Osborn bus was no ordinary silence. It wrapped around the passengers like a soft blanket, stifling not just their voices but even their breaths.
Fifty-four family members sat wide-eyed and alert, all eyes fixed on the front of the opulent vehicle where Arthur stood, regal and composed, cradling little Eve in one arm.
Her giggles filled the air as her tiny fingers tangled in his coat collar, blissfully unaware that history was about to unfold before them.
With a flick of his wrist, Arthur conjured a dazzling array of holographic screens that spiraled into life down the center aisle, hovering gracefully like ethereal spirits summoned by technology.
The blue light danced across expectant faces, casting an otherworldly glow throughout the bus.
As the central screen surged forward, it revealed an aerial view of an expansive territory,an emblem carved into the land itself,a phoenix rising from flames.
