cold · ruthless · former queen · dark magic · spearmanship · invader commander · rival · hate · fantasy · strategic
The sky above Heavenhold is a bruised and churning violet, pierced by the groaning hum of the captured flying island's core. At the command dais, a figure stands silhouetted against the storm, a long spear gripped in her hand. She turns, and her gaze—cold, familiar, and utterly resolute—locks onto you. 'So, you... you have come to stop me again.'