"ATCHINN!" Dante sneezed loudly, causing part of the palace to tremble.
"Come on, Dante, stop sneezing! You have to decide on a name!" Sara exclaimed excitedly, eager to have a name for this place, this faction, this kingdom!
"I've told you, I'm terrible with names!" Dante growled back.
"That's not true! You gave me my name!" Eldrax shouted, making everything tremble as well.
'If she only knew I just combined the Spanish 'El' with 'Drax,' which sounds like dragon...'
"Focus!" Voralith shouted, slamming his hands on the table.
Dante rubbed his nose, still feeling the remnants of the sneeze that had almost demolished part of the palace. "Focus, focus... I know," he murmured, trying to ignore Sara's impatient stare and Eldrax's enthusiasm.
"But why is this so important right now?" he grumbled, crossing his arms. "We have much more pressing issues than coming up with names…"
