Focalors, better known as Furina, the Hydro Archon, stood high above upon the balcony that overlooked those below who all held her in their gaze. Commanding the attention of the crowd below. Her voice, smooth and regal.

"My dear people—" Her voice carried over the crowd with all the calm and authority befitting one of her position.

"Rejoice! Rich or poor, join me in celebration. Raise your glasses or, if you are without, raise your hands in lieu."

Her gestures were as grand as her words, welcoming all those who had left the other nations to journey to Fontaine.

"Fear is for the insignificant. For cowards,"

Continued the despot, establishing her presence, leaning forward as she gazed onward, declaring everyone within earshot to shed themselves of the feeling of fear.

"As a god, I entertain no notion of such meaningless wariness. Do you possess the noble qualities and etiquette to address a deity?"

Her eyes, heterochromic and piercing, seemed to see through each individual before her.

The crowd stirred, their reaction palpable in their hushed awe, captivated by Furina's words and the promise of a brighter future. In that moment, she was not just a god but an idol to all those who call Fontaine home. And as she stood upon the balcony, bathed in moonlight, her presence known by all at large, her every word carrying weight and significance.