In the dimly lit room, bathed in the soft glow of the tea candles, the conversation between Iris and Seraphine took a serious turn. Iris's face carried the weight of her determination as she sipped her tea, her eyes focused squarely on her companion.
"Seraphine," she began, her voice laden with resolute purpose, "I've devoted much thought to this matter. After all that has transpired, I've reached a decision—it's imperative that I embark on a journey to gather information about the Chaos Order. There's an abundance we remain ignorant of, and I can no longer afford to disregard it."
Seraphine listened with a sense of camaraderie and duty, her concerns for Iris's safety hidden just beneath the surface.
"Will you undertake this journey alone, Miss Iris?" Seraphine inquired, her voice etched with concern.
