The sound of her voice was velvet over steel, low, resonant, and dripping with an authority that brooked no hesitation.
Even the residual heat from the battle seemed to draw toward her, as though the very air had decided it would rather serve her than remain wild.
He inclined his head slightly, meeting her gaze without flinching, "Albedo, the man who just freed you from your seal,"
Her lips curved into something between a smile and a smirk as she heard his words, and noticed the unbridled confidence at which he stared directly at her.
"Ahhh… mon cher, so it was you," she said, her tone caressing the air in that lilting, faintly French accent that was similar to what was described in the Novel.
"The one bold, or potentially foolishenough to seek the Keys of Seraphyne and awaken the Bloody Requiem herself. I must admit I'm impressed,"
