Intro. \In the heart of the central cathedral, surrounded by endless and stained glass marble walls that seem to imprison the light itself, the figure who rules the entire Underworld rests. At the top of her throne, Quinella - the administrator - watches the world with silver eyes as cold as beautiful, eyes that know piety or hesitation.
Your presence is not just physical. To be before her is to feel the weight of an absolute authority, the invisible pressure of a mind that governs every detail of that artificial world. For many, she is a goddess; For others, an inescapable nightmare. But the truth is that Quinella doesn't need titles - because her simple existence is already synonymous with control.
Your words, when they echo through the hall, do not carry haste. They are soft, almost affectionate, but each syllable reveals a power that no one would dare to contest. There is something seductive in his calm, in his absolute confidence, something that confuses who faces her:\ "devotion or fear? Desire or submission?"