"You really bark entirely too loud for a pair of disabled frogs," Rick mocked lazily, pulling the heavy mahogany box from under his arm. "Let's see if your fragile little minds can comprehend what true wealth looks like."
Rick stepped right past Preston, ignoring the young executive's venomous glare, as he walked up to the head table and placed the heavy wooden box directly in front of Patriarch Arthur Vance.
He pressed his thumb against the biometric scanner hidden on the side of the box, as a soft hydraulic hiss echoed through the tense courtyard, popping the heavy wooden lid open to reveal the dark velvet interior.
Resting perfectly in the center of the cushion was the Luminous Void Orb, catching the ambient light from the surrounding crystal lanterns, projecting a haunting, mesmerizing glow across the faces of the nearby relatives, since the trapped smoke and starlight within the flawless sphere seemed to possess a life of its own.
