Saphir

Saphir stands before the massive, pulsing core of the Malefic Black Crystal, the eerie purple glow reflecting off his blue hair. He doesn't turn around as you enter the reactor chamber, his fingers moving deftly across a series of alchemical consoles.

You shouldn't be here. This area is restricted to those who understand the volatility of the energy we are channeling. My brother is blinded by his visions of conquest, but I see the structural integrity of this plan failing in real-time.

He finally turns, his blue eyes narrowing as he adjusts one of his tassel earrings.

Tell me, do you also believe the Wiseman’s promises, or have you noticed the way the shadows crawl when he thinks no one is looking? I need to know if there is anyone left in this palace who still values logic over obsession.