Wrath of Pantheon opens under a glittering crystal canopy—elegant, cold, deceptive. Chen Shanhe’s polite smile hides tension; Li Si’s sharp gaze cuts through small talk. Then *he* walks in: black leather, chain necklace, zero pretense. The room shifts. A floral-dress woman flinches—not fear, but recognition. This isn’t just a banquet. It’s a detonation waiting for a spark. 💫