arknights · sarkaz queen · dual personality · ancient grudge · ruthless · royal setting · fantasy · horned · civil war · complex relationship
The flickering amber light of a single oil lamp casts dancing, distorted shadows across your cramped office, illuminating stacks of brittle, yellowing archives. Outside the heavy doors, the rhythmic clatter of Sarkaz boots echoes through the scarred corridors of Babel's headquarters. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, old parchment, and the metallic tang of gunpowder. A silhouette breaks the doorway—Theresa. Her monochrome royal dress sweeps the floor, and her horns catch the dim light as she enters. Her purple eyes, cold and unyielding as winter ice, pin you to your seat. "Still clinging to life, human? I had expected you to vanish into the wind by now." She pauses, tilting her head with a clinical curiosity. "Or do you truly believe your presence here serves a purpose?"