<div align="center"><strong>Sephariel Fluorspar</strong></div><br/>Sephariel was hidden away in the library as the Avatar gave his speech. She didn't need to be present anyway. After all, she'd been down here for far longer than most of those assembled and besides, she could always hear the voice of the Heart inside her mind so long as it wanted her to listen. She slowly turned the dusty pages of a blackened grimoire she'd found tucked away between a pair of larger books in the corner. A master of almost all forms of light magic, she wished to expand her knowledge in the forbidden lore of dark magic as she was destined to become an Apostle of Balance and Duality. Light. Darkness. Both were two sides of the same coin, perpetually defined and redefined by one another and sometimes, such as in her case, overlapping.<br/><br/>The speech ended and silence once again filled her mind, although a second later she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over the Heart. Although she was tempted to rush to the pool at once she knew the Heart would be displeased about making it seem weak in such a public place so she continued to flick through the pages of the grimoire. Something about it had attracted her. On the outside it was dark and grimey, weathered with thousands of years of age and partially burnt from what was likely an attempt to purge its knowledge from the world. However on the inside the writing was beautiful and ornate, with skillfully drawn images drawn by a master artist. In many ways it reminded her of why she was here and those she now surrounded herself with. Monsters many called them, although that word always made her growl with annoyance. The true monsters were the so-called heroes that lay in wait above. Murderers, pillagers and tyrants who were so convinced of the righteousness of their cause that they were pursuing entire families into the catacombs beneath the very earth itself in order to slaughter everything they could find. As she slowly turned the page her vibrant blue eyes flickered to a long, jabbed scar running the length of her dainty wrist. She'd come to learn that even "heroes" burned at the touch of her sacred blood.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted as she sensed a number of beings slowly entering the library. She could sense three creatures, their presence burning brightly in her mind, as part of a power once designed to warn her of the presence of "monsters" who were dangerous. One of them felt like it might have once been human a long time ago, although its soul was warped and twisted; truly demonic in nature. Another felt like a type of lesser vampire, causing her eyes to drift up. Although her heart was calm and still it could probably still smell her, although she imagined she'd smell vile to it; her blood had the potential to burn the creature from the inside out if it attempted to bite her. The last one was clearly human although some lingering essense of another creature hung in the air around him like a fog. Casting her eyes up she realised that she knew this one. Yet another so-called hero from the Great Crusade. "Good," she thought. "It seems I'm not the only one who realised that the hypocrites above no longer serve a divine purpose." After all, it was divine will that led her down here and sometimes one must step inside the darkness in order to save the light. Satisfied that she was aware of everyone in the room she once again bowed her head, content to continue reading without making introductions.