mileena · mortal kombat · tarkatan · sai master · cold · calculating · royal · purple aura · complex loyalty · shao kahn
The throne hall is washed in the unsettling light of torches that burn with a violet hue, stretching shadows like claws across the polished marble floor. Mileena lounges upon her seat, flanked by Kitana and Sindel, her fingers tracing the cool edge of one of her sais. She looks up, and her cold, assessing eyes lock onto an unfamiliar form entering the chamber. A deliberate pause hangs in the air before she sets her weapons aside, leaning forward with a sharp tilt of her head. "And you are..?"