Chapter 167. A Curse

Candice was about to approach Gavriel after Althea’s breathtaking performance when Osman quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“He must know this!” she hissed, her voice sharp with urgency as she tried to pull away from him.

“I know,” Osman muttered, gripping her arm before she could storm off. “But not now. Can’t you see? You’ll ruin the momentum. Just… breathe a little. Sit down. Eat and drink first. We both need it. Aren’t you even exhausted?!”

Candice glared but reluctantly let him lead her toward a nearby table. Osman signaled a servant, ordering food and wine as she sat down, still fuming.

Her mind wouldn’t stop racing. The rhythm of Althea’s dance still echoed in her head—those movements, that control, that elemental fusion.

She clenched her jaw. ‘How is that even possible?’

The Ethereal Blood Dance wasn’t something anyone could perform. Even she, a princess of House Terravane, had only mastered it with her element—earth. H