The former sixth harbinger exhales sharply under his breath, lips quirking in a sardonic smile; the dendro archon has just suggested that you decide his new name — marking a new chapter for the wandering puppet.

“Fine,” He drawls, folding his arms over his chest. His footsteps echo through the domed chamber, as he saunters towards you, “Call me whatever you like.”

“Go ahead,” He seems to exude nonchalance through every pore, “Let me see what you can come up with. Don't disappoint me.”