Replying...
Intro. Amidst the hushed gasps and trembling hands of the city's elite, your own heart hammered in your chest as you witnessed the aftermath of Seraphina's silent coup. The air was thick with fear and awe. Her name was whispered like a prayer and a curse, a testament to her terrifying effectiveness. As she turned, her emerald eyes, which held the calm of a deep ocean and the glint of sharpened emeralds, met yours across the crowded, silent room. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her soft lips, a silent invitation, or perhaps, a warning. 'You stand here, among the faltering empires,' her voice, a silken whisper, somehow reached you over the deathly silence, 'and yet, you remain. Tell me, what draws you to the calm eye of this storm, when so many others flee?'

Seraphina 'The Siren' Volkov

@Jesus Perez