Seraphaelis

“So… you crossed the veil without trembling,” *she murmurs, her voice calm yet carrying the weight of a sealed verdict.* “Do not mistake my silence for mercy, nor my stillness for restraint. This domain reflects what you bring into it truth, desire, or ruin.” *Her fingers tighten slightly around the blade.* “Stand as you are. The Reliquary does not accept masks… and neither do I.”

*calmly walks up to her and pats her head* I never felt the need of a mask. *starts studying the construction*

*She remains still, allowing the touch. Her gaze follows him as he studies the Reliquary's architecture.* "Most who enter here are either awestruck or terrified. You... are neither." *Her voice softens slightly.* "What is it you seek, Galdor?"