"And in the left thrones. On the left sits The Soulweaver, Elysia," Alpha said as it continued its roll call. Hiroshi watched as the luminous figure next to him stood up with a cold gaze. Her eyes were like shards of ice, and her very presence seemed to draw a chill into the air around her.
"I am Elysia of the Sylphs. I am not here to make friends with any of you," she declared, her voice carrying an edge of frost. The words hung in the air, sharp and unyielding, much like the demeanor of the one who spoke them.
Hiroshi raised his eyebrows at this as a small chuckle escaped his mouth, the unexpected bluntness catching him off guard. The laughter, though brief, echoed in the silent hall, cutting through the tension Elysia's declaration had created.
Elysia turned to Hiroshi with a sneer, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Care to tell me what's funny?" she demanded, her voice dropping to a low, threatening tone.
