Away from the mortal realm, in a realm far removed from the struggles of the world below, Zaryana sat comfortably on her opulent throne, her form draped in flowing silks that shimmered with a strange, ethereal glow. Packs of snacks—some sweet, others savory—lay scattered around her, evidence of her complete indulgence as she casually observed the unfolding chaos.
Her smile never faltered, an expression of wicked amusement as she watched Pyris and Moonveil. She couldn't help herself, and the words escaped her lips in a melodic chuckle.
"Fate, fate, you're playing with something that's going to bite your ass. Oh, right, given his lust and temper, he'll just fuck all your beloved chosen children and dump them... Hehe, I can't wait!"