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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.

a story of

Of victory.

Of Haran’s might.

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

watched

Then came the whispers.

this isn’t just a performance!” “They’re clearly showing us their

one day.” A fresh

had doubted

table, the Haran royalties and their entourage watched with silent

exquisite but not extravagant, reflecting their nature,

the warriors let out one

and powerful that it shook the very core

Then, silence.

The performance was over.

yet, the tension

unwavering, their faces unreadable, their message

moment, no one

Then, slowly, applause erupted.

grew, some clapping out of genuine admiration, others out of sheer relief that the performance had ended without them

eyes scanning the crowd as if memorizing who understood their

one thing was certain Haran

the echoes of the Haran war dance faded, the atmosphere in the grand hall slowly shifted

the next performance, a solo from

sense of anticipation filled the

of Haran, Dixan was

elegance, and their

Then, she appeared.

and lavender robes, her presence ethereal, like a

the ballroom, where the spotlight fell upon her like a

Then, silence.

first note

hauntingly

song wasn’t just music,

carried emotion, drawing the audience in, making them feel

and despair, of

their eyes, letting the melody seep

awe, mesmerized by the sheer control and