"Do you really want me to be the one to give you a name?" Vlad asked. Although intangible, his eyes held a solemn sharpness. He recognized this wasn't just a name; it would be the first genuine choice the newborn Depravita made, a choice that would shape its future identity.
"My soul was born thanks to yours," the new being replied, voice calm yet firm. "That makes you my progenitor. And in most civilizations, it is the progenitor who chooses the name."
A subtle hush spread in the dimension as Vlad studied the entity's "expression." He could sense no hesitation in its words. Only a sober resolution was evident. Slowly, a small smile crossed Vlad's lips.
