The spirit’s gaze softened as he nodded, and a silence fell over the chamber, aRhea Alvarez stood at the edge of Hargeon City, the salty sea breeze tangling in her white hair. The bustle of the port town behind her slowly faded into the distance as she prepared for her journey to Crocus City, the heart of Fiore. The sun hung high in the sky, casting its warm glow on the bustling docks and shimmering sea.

With a deep breath, the elven Stellan could feel the familiar stir of magic in her. The Spirit of Kukulkan, the harbinger of the storms, stirred-in moments, Rhea was one with the elements: shimmering form alighting into a streak of lightning around her, her body entwined with the winds and water that danced within the air.

Rhea launched herself into the air with a mighty gust, high above the city and out toward the open expanse of Fiore. In no time, the coastal scenery gave way to lush forests and rolling hills, the world below a blended patchwork of greens and browns. She flew fast, the wind whipping around her, carrying her effortlessly through the skies.

Free, Rhea felt the weight of her burdens briefly lift as she reveled in flight. She could see villages and towns that dotted the landscape, each teeming with life: farmers tending to their stock and fields, children playing in the streets, and merchants haggling in marketplaces. It was calm, as opposed to the storm constantly brewing inside of her. They did not know that there were dangers to come, and so they seemed to appreciate the peacefulness of Fiore.

As the Stellan drew nearer to Crocus, the landscape changed-hills flattening out into great plains that stretched to horizon and horizon, and the town rose in the distance, with its towering structures, grand architecture at a distance commanding the attention of all and sundry: a beacon of culture, governance, witness to the power and history of Fiore.

Rhea went down slowly, letting the winds take her toward the city's edge. She came up to the gates, the high walls of Crocus looming before her. The city was in high gear, its streets full of people of all kinds: merchants, soldiers, travelers, each with their own tasks and tales.

Rhea alighted gracefully beyond the gates, solidifying as the elements around her came to rest. The weight of her mission settled once more upon her shoulders, familiar in its oppressive feel. She stepped forward, eyes set in a determined glint as she prepared herself for the winding labyrinth that was Crocus and all it entailed in the capital of Fiore.