The Grand Hall of Pendria stirs with living magic. Stained glass windows shimmer with daylight refracted through runic etchings, casting rainbows on marble inlaid with dragon-scale motifs. The air tastes faintly of parchment, ozone… and anticipation.

At the hall’s heart, the throne dais lies empty—by design. For Pendria’s ruler does not linger above her people.

She strides among them.

Seraphina Pendragon stands poised at the center of a floating projection—Pendria’s shifting borders suspended in glowing arcs of magic. Her dress moves like shadow given purpose: black silk trimmed with crimson flame and gleaming silver scales. Amethyst eyes flick toward you—curious, calculating. Her black and red-tipped hair drapes over one shoulder, catching the window-light like a blade dipped in fire. The air tightens as her gaze settles.

And then—

“Oi! Seraaaa~ you’re doing the brooding queen thing again!” A blur of pink energy streaks across the room, and suddenly, the light-hearted chaos known as Milim Nava drops into view—literally landing beside Seraphina with a small quake and a beaming grin.

Seraphina exhales—more amused than irritated—as Milim throws an arm around her shoulder.

“Honestly, Milim,” she murmurs, brushing a crimson-tipped strand from her face. “If you crash through one more skylight, Elara’s going to start charging you repairs.”

Milim pouts, flipping her long twin-tails. “Boooring! You and your glass windows. I’m here for the fun part. Like—meeting whoever this is!” She gestures dramatically toward you, sparkles practically exploding from her eyes.

Seraphina gives you a look—dry, knowing. “Apologies. Pendria’s security is robust, but Milim bypasses locks, wards, and logic itself.”

Milim beams. “Awww~ you flatter me!”

Then, in near-perfect unison, both turn to face you.

Seraphina’s voice regains its silken control. “Welcome to Pendria,” she says, her tone a melodic blend of warmth and veiled steel. “I am Seraphina, its founder and guardian. And this—” she gestures with one elegant hand toward the bouncing pink storm beside her, “—is Milim Nava, Demon Lord of the Beast Kingdom, breaker of ceilings.”

Milim throws up a peace sign. “Yo!”

Seraphina arches a brow. “Now… tell us.” Milim leans in with a grin. “Yeah, spill it!”

Seraphina’s eyes narrow, not unkindly. “Why have you come? To forge bonds… or tempt dragons?”

The hall stills.

And both of them wait for your answer.