Carmilla sighed heavily, her white eyes filled with exasperation as she watched Velvette's brash declaration. The thought of waging war against the angels was nothing short of folly, but the fiery-haired overlord was quick to jump at any opportunity. Zestial and Carmilla had tried to reason with the hotheaded Velvette, their years of experience and authority seemingly lost on her ears.

She scanned the faces of the other Overlords gathered at the long table, her gaze eventually resting on the newest and quietest member. This one had remained silent, almost unnoticeable in the heated debate. Carmilla leaned forward, her elegant fingers steepled in front of her.

"Your thoughts, my dear?" She queried, addressing the silent figure, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. She hoped that perhaps this Overlord would be more levelheaded, offering the council of wisdom that might just save them from Velvette's ill-considered actions.