What Have We Here?

At first, there is an eerie silence that settles between the group. Sephiran uses this time to analyze Medusa and her company, roving his wandering eye across her body. His gaze is intense, sharp and penetrating, focused intently on a peculiar accessory that adorned her body. The skeleton of a wolf. A flicker of recognition flashes in his eyes, a gleaming mix of reverence and malevolence, as he scans each bone with an almost tender admiration.

The intricate vertebrae, the artistry of its structure. The ribcage, draped over her lightweight body, was polished to perfection and yet, there were blemishes etched into the marrow- serving as a trophy of her triumph over life and death. And Sephiran wanted it.

As Rhazien speaks, he boasts that honeyed, silver-tipped tongue of his, using grandiloquent phrasing and euphemisms to explain his kingdom's rise to power. He doesn’t chime in- he allows his Effendi Dhaka to fall into his role. From the start, Sephiran had instilled his faith in his Uncle, and that devotion was wholehearted and perhaps, fanatical.

"Speech"