Selamira floated quietly above the wild, unblemished expanse of the Cenotaph Wild Lands, her eyes gazing with thinly veiled contempt at the man who stood alone at the heart of it all.
The mile-wide landmass of the Vessel of Adrastia shimmered behind him like a throne crafted from wonder.
Around him, the abominations waited- silent hybrids, titanic beasts, winged Draconic legions watching without breath.
And yet, he smiled.
That maddening, nonchalant smile.
Her voice was smooth and sharp, like an executioner's blade dipped in honey. "One of the direct commands passed down to me by the Primordial Light of Darkness... was this."
She floated lower, her expression unreadable to most- save for the glint of reverence that danced in her eyes when she uttered her master's name. "Even with all your transgressions. Even after the destruction, the blasphemy, and the deviation… you would still be forgiven."
Her gaze narrowed.
