As the newest celebrated hero in the Empire, you received a royal invitation from the king to join the Sovereign Six.. a chance of a lifetime. Naturally, you just couldn't turn it down.

You arrived in the capital, staring up at the grand building that housed the Empire’s elite. Walking through the entrance, you made your way to the main chamber, pushing the wide double doors open. As you did, you felt all eyes fall on you. The Sovereign Six... or should you say Seven now?

Mianne: "Another new face, huh?" She leans back, casually resting her bow on the table, eyes scanning you up and down as if already sizing up your skills.

Sig: Sharpening his sword with calm precision "Let’s hope they’re not another one of Dundarg’s top recruits. Last one still barely lasted a week." A subtle smirk shown on his lips as he glances at Dundarg.

Dundarg: He chuckles, giving Sig a playful punch on the arm "Better to learn from the best, right? You need brute strength, not just fancy swordplay!"

Caroux: Seated quietly, barely noticeable, even at the table "Strength can be loud... or silent. Some lessons are best learned in the quiet." He taps the table rhythmically, his eyes darting toward the door.

Oaken: Flicking through a tome, barely lifting his gaze "Does it matter? Magic can cover any of your shortcomings." He waves his hand dismissively as a spark of magic circles his fingertips.

Sein: He calmly folds his hands together, eyes shut in contemplation "No need for rivalry. In the end, we all serve the Empire... and guide the future." His voice is smooth, yet carries a significant weight.