Ignisar, The Flamebearer

We remained hidden in the shadows, our breaths controlled, our movements silent. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and every word exchanged between Siegfried and The One Beneath carried weight.

Siegfried's patience was visibly thinning. His arms crossed, his fingers tapping against his bicep as he glared at the hooded figure beside him.

"Enough cryptic words." His tone was sharp. "I've done my part. I brought you back. I followed your damn instructions. But I don't even know who—or what—you really are."

He stepped closer, his presence exuding authority and irritation.

"Tell me, The Beneath One… what was your name before you became this?"

For a long moment, the hooded figure did not respond. Instead, it tilted its head slightly, as if pondering the question—like it was something it hadn't been asked in a very, very long time.

Then, a slow, eerie chuckle escaped from beneath the hood.