Several days had passed since Nouel’s capture by the rebels. That evening, Nouel attended a lavish banquet hosted by the nobility. It was a celebration of the successful mass production of implant chip technology, confirmed to be safe for every cyborg.
The atmosphere that night was vibrant, filled with the hum of conversations echoing throughout the room. Well-dressed individuals, exuding an air of opulence, engaged in conversations or formed groups discussing formalities. Hanging chandeliers cast a glittering light upon the marbled floor.
The enticing aroma of luxurious dishes filled the air, tempting the palate and captivating the senses. Attentive servers, dressed in uniforms, circulated among guests, offering trays of colorful drinks and delectable dishes. Melodic music filled the ro
