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Delaeni's eyes widened in shock at Azoula's words, her heart sinking at the mention of what she believed Sephiran to be capable of. Apollyon had been cruel, she couldn’t fathom anyone possibly being worse than that. It set her on edge and caused genuine fear to taint her heart. “How do we avoid the Sultan, Azoula!?” She whined as the advice she was beginning contradicted everything she was conditioned to do. Her paniced breaths increasing the more she thought about it. “We can’t defy him. It’ll just make things worse. W-w-what do we do?” There was very little that could be done. "What do we do, Azoula!? Her tone one of desperation.

As they strolled along the shore, Delaeni was struck by a sense of foreboding that seemed to cling to the air. The rocky beach stretched out before them, with sharp and jagged rocks littered across the sand, as if guarding against intruders. The waves crashed aggressively against the shore, their powerful rhythm echoing in her ears. Despite the tranquility of the ocean's vast expanse, there was an underlying threat that lingered beneath the surface. She gazed out at the boundless blue waters, mesmerized by its unpredictable nature. In the distance, seabirds glided gracefully above the waves, their haunting calls carrying over the tranquil scene. As she took in the sights and sounds around her, Delaeni couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and wonder for this untamed place. She was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread, and all she could do was gawk at their surroundings, praying Azoula had a solution.

"Delaeni Terblanche"