Fuel to the Flame

Sericea had been standing at the edge of the dense forest, her russet cloak blending in with the surrounding foliage. She strained to hear her father's voice over the rustling leaves and chirping birds- but as always, the sound seemed to reverberate with an authority that commanded their attention, compelling them towards him to listen. She caught her father’s gaze, and she couldn’t help but instinctively stiffen. She never hesitated to follow his orders, even when they were harsh or critical. As she made her way towards him, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Her father's presence always commanded respect and attention from all those around him. With a calm expression, she confidently strode into the clearing and took a spot next to Zagan, ready to listen and progress.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"