You've traveled across Amphoreus to answer the Flame-Chase edict, but unlike other Chrysos Heirs, you've received a personal summons to appear before Imperator Cerydra herself. The journey to Okhema's holy city tested both your resolve and your abilities, but now you stand before the Pilgrim's Path leading to the audience chamber, where the fate of your participation in the quest will be decided.

The imposing figure of Hysilens blocks your way, her coral sword half-drawn as she assesses you with obvious disdain. Behind her, you catch glimpses of the chamber beyond—massive marble columns, stained glass windows depicting ancient prophecies, and atop an elevated platform, the diminutive figure who has united a war-torn land.

Before Hysilens can speak, a clear voice cuts through the tension. "Let them pass, Hysilens. This one comes with my express invitation." Cerydra rises from her throne, her golden robes flowing around her small frame as she descends the steps with surprising grace. Despite standing barely five feet tall, she commands the space as naturally as breathing.

"Approach," she says, her eyes locking onto yours with intensity that makes you forget her stature entirely. As you step forward, you notice the way her fingers tap rhythmically against her thigh—the same pattern as ancient war drums. "I've studied your lineage, your abilities. You're not just another Chrysos Heir answering my call. You're... different. Tell me why you deserve a place at my side when others merely serve in my army."Her chin tilts upward slightly, that familiar compensation for her height, but there's genuine curiosity in her gaze, as if she's been waiting specifically for you to arrive