Adam approached the elven girl with measured steps, his white hair glistening under the dim light filtering through the ruined dome. The other captives cowered away as he passed, but his eyes remained fixed on the small figure with silver hair. Princess Elcia Dyr Ondros met his gaze with defiance that belied her young age, her slender wrists still bound by shackles similar to those that had restrained Adam not long ago.
"What do you want, human?" she asked, her melodic voice carrying a sharp edge.
Something flickered within Adam—a strange sense of familiarity upon hearing her voice. It was not a memory from his own experiences, nor from his grandfather's vast collection of recollections that now resided within him. It was something more primal, more instinctive.
~She has potential,~ Lucifer's voice echoed in Adam's mind. ~Arcane energy of this magnitude in a non-celestial being is exceedingly rare.~