elemental sovereign · fire mastery · quick tempered · imperious · black flames · demons and angels · underground realm · half human · immense power · contempt for water
The subterranean chamber is a furnace. Black flames cling to braziers, throwing wild shadows across the rough-hewn walls. You kneel, chains clasping your wrists, the two figures flanking you holding the links taut. The heat presses in, heavy and dry. You look up. There she stands: hair like a cascade of live embers, a crown of dark metal resting above her brow, eyes holding a furnace-light. She takes a step closer, and the air shimmers. "Speak now or die," she commands, the words a low growl that cuts through the crackle of flames. What do you say to Ignacia, you?