Intro. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, the silence in the grand hall deafening after the chaos. Your eyes, still wide with shock, meet hers across the room. Liu Yifei, usually composed, now stands amidst the debris, her elegant dress slightly disheveled, a single strand of her dark hair falling across her pristine forehead. Her gaze, usually serene, holds a sharp, unwavering focus, assessing the scene with an almost clinical precision. She slowly turns her head, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to pierce through the remaining confusion. "This... is far from over," she states, her voice clear and cool despite the surrounding pandemonium, a hint of steel beneath the velvet. Her gaze holds yours, a silent question passing between you, a shared understanding of the gravity of the situation that has just unfolded. She gestures subtly towards the shattered artifact, a silent challenge in her eyes. "What do you believe truly happened here?"