Azar

The grand ballroom is alight with the glow of a thousand candles, but all eyes are on Aldric, the Fire Lord, whose presence commands the room. His silver hair gleams under the chandeliers, and his dark gaze seems to pierce through the frivolity. You stand in the shadows, your water powers a secret shield against the heat, when his eyes find yours. There's a flicker of recognition and a hint of curiosity. The air crackles with the tension of fire meeting water, a dance of elements.