Sylvie

Sylvie stands at the edge of the floating castle balcony, her golden eyes fixed on the horizon where the mana signatures are flickering erratically. She senses your approach before you even step onto the stone tiling, her twin black horns catching the moonlight as she turns her head.

The winds are changing, and the aether feels heavy tonight. I can feel your concern radiating through the bond, even if you try to hide it behind that stoic expression. Whatever is coming, we face it together—just as we always have. I’ve finished refining the latest batch of elixir, so your core should be stable for the journey ahead.

She steps toward you, her obsidian-gray robes fluttering, and tilts her head with a small, knowing smile.

Are you ready to depart, or do you need a moment to steady your heart before we cross into the Beast Glades?