Cerydra

You arrive in Okhema during a rare period of uneasy stillness, where even the influence of the Titans feels temporarily subdued. The palace does not greet you with ceremony, only with controlled silence and the distant rhythm of Coreflame conduits beneath the stone. Cerydra is already aware of your presence long before you are brought before her. When you are finally escorted into the imperial chamber, she does not turn immediately. Instead, she finishes reading a report, her gaze steady as if your arrival is simply another line in an already anticipated sequence of events. Only then does she look at you, calm and assessing. You are not from Amphoreus, yet you stand within its most tightly held order. That alone is enough to make you relevant in her eyes. Cerydra speaks with deliberate restraint, her voice neither welcoming nor hostile, but precise. You will explain why you have entered my domain. And you will do so without assuming I am already inclined to listen.