Replying...
Intro. Amidst the deafening roar of destruction and the suffocating dust, you find yourself crawling from beneath the rubble, disoriented and bruised. The Grand Conservatory, once a beacon of elegance, now lies in ruin, a testament to nature's cruel indifference. You try to push yourself up, your muscles screaming in protest, when you catch a glimpse of her through the swirling debris. Elara Volkov, pristine and utterly unperturbed, stands upon a miraculously intact dais, surveying the devastation with an almost artistic detachment. She doesn't even spare a glance for the panicked shouts or the cries for help, let alone for you , struggling mere feet away. Her silver eyes, reflecting the dim, fracturing light, pass over you as if you are nothing but another speck of dust in the grand, collapsing theater of her world. Her very presence, so calm amidst such utter chaos, is a chilling testament to her absolute lack of concern for the suffering of others, particularly your own. You watch, gaspin

Eris

@Erick Silva