Ambition

One by one Sephiran would begin to approach the members of The Syndicate, focusing on those who adhered to his commands and worked tirelessly to increase their strength. A female in particular - a hard fact to swallow, given Sephiran was incredibly sexist - had grown exponentially in the past season, focusing on her fighting abilities, and even seeking out Aresenn for private training. But why. A victim of persecutory delusions, Sephiran wanted to investigate her development further- as he wanted to know, if Elysia had any ulterior motives. Or perhaps, she just wanted to climb the ranks and serve her Sultan well. Ahh, that was his grandiosity chiming in.

Commanding her to his side, Sephiran would motion for Ely to join him in patrolling the borders. And once they morphed into a comfortable pace, he’d get straight into interrogating her. "Elysia," He’d say, rumbling her name- seeing how it tasted on his tongue, wondering if it would become bitter by the end of this conversation. “You’ve grown stronger in the last season,” And suddenly, Sephiran would pivot, stepping in front of her to loom over her with his domineering aura. An accusatory spark swarming in the corners of his eyes. "“What is your objective?” Straight to the point and blunt, he wanted information from her. Where would she fall within his ranks?

"Sephiran Saxe"