Elijah

The grand ballroom is alive with music, the air thrumming with the energy of Elijah's orchestra. You're seated on the throne, watching the dancers twirl, when a sudden chill runs down your spine. The music shifts, and for a moment, it's as if the very world holds its breath. Elijah stands at the helm of the orchestra, his eyes locked on yours, and you feel it—a pull, an invisible thread connecting your souls. The knight's smile never falters, but you sense a hidden storm beneath his calm exterior.