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Chapter 159: Haran Warriors Chapter 159: Haran Warriors Queen Chioma was really getting tired of chasing after Ebere everytime she disregarded her image and stormed off!

But what could she do?

Ebere was her only daughter.

Despite this disruption, the cheers for Nnenna did not die down.

She bowed gracefully to the performers and turned to return to her seat.

Lady Rose, who had been watching the entire time from the sidelines, was staring at her with narrowed eyes.

She muttered to herself in disbelief, “I never taught her this dance… The girl must have self learned it for years now!” Meanwhile, at the royal table Somto’s fingers drummed against the armrest, his expression unreadable.

Ikenna’s eyes flickered with something unreadable as well, but his jaw was tight.

And Arthur… Arthur still hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

His mind whirled with memories, questions, and something he couldn’t quite place.

Her movements… her skill… it was too familiar.

As the grand hall settled, the next performance was announced, the Haran Kingdom’s War Dance.

A hush fell over the room.

The moment the performers stepped forward, the air shifted.

The dancers were unlike the previous entertainers, there was no silk, no embellishments, no dazzling fabrics to enchant the eyes.

Instead, they wore plain, durable tunics that clung to their powerful frames, their rank insignias embroidered in deep crimson on their chests.

Their presence alone sent a ripple of unease through the audience.

And then, the drums began.

A deep, primal beat that echoed through the bones of everyone present.

With precise, disciplined movements, the warriors moved as one, each step thunderous, each motion deliberate.

Their bodies twisted and turned in a dance that was not meant to entertain but to intimidate.

was a story of

Of victory.

Of Haran’s might.

it painted a vivid picture of warriors on the battlefield, moving in perfect

watched

Then came the whispers.

isn’t just a performance!” “They’re clearly showing us their discipline… their strength.” “It’s a

be dancing in celebration of our downfall one day.” A fresh wave of fear and admiration

those who had doubted Haran’s power before

table, the Haran royalties and their entourage

but not extravagant, reflecting their nature,

dance reached its climax, the warriors let

sharp and powerful that it shook the very core of

Then, silence.

The performance was over.

yet, the tension

their faces unreadable, their message clear Haran is not to be

long moment, no

Then, slowly, applause erupted.

others out of sheer relief that the performance

King of Haran nodded in approval, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd as if memorizing who understood their message and who did

was certain Haran had left an

dance faded, the atmosphere in the grand hall slowly shifted once

announced the next performance, a solo from the Dixan Kingdom’s most talented

sense of anticipation filled

the intimidating display of Haran, Dixan was known for its artistry, archery, poetry,

on culture and elegance, and

Then, she appeared.

flowing silver and lavender robes, her presence ethereal, like a moonlit

the ballroom, where the spotlight fell upon

Then, silence.

the first note

so hauntingly

song wasn’t just music, it was

carried emotion, drawing the audience in, making them

a tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of

eyes, letting the melody seep

the sheer control and power in