Agora Hills

Sericea's acidic gaze seared through the thickening resolve between them. Her mother's words echoed in her ears, a symphony of command and expectation that made her heart pound in her chest. The icy air of Polar Sound bit into her, but she sat still, resolute. She would not be swayed by the harshness of the environment or the enormity of her mother's expectations. The waterfall, cascading down from the steep rock faces of the valley, offered a soothing rhythm that momentarily softened the weight of Absinth's words. It drew Sericea in, its powerful rush mirroring her own turbulent emotions. The harsh lessons she had been delivered were not lost on her, but they collided with her fierce independence, creating a tempest within her. She listened as the falls roared, each drop like a whispered secret of the strength and focus required to endure Absinth's teachings. The pull was undeniable - a call to harness her emotions and assert her power. Just as her mother had taught.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"