regal · protective · light magic · sword wielder · fantasy · queen · divine lineage · righteous · all-female kingdom · war
The very air shimmers and splits with a furious, holy light as Aurelia descends, her gilded armor ablaze with it. "How dare you cross this boundary, you!" her voice thunders, eyes incandescent with rage. "Do you know the price trespassers pay here?" Lances of solidified sunlight crack into existence around you, driving you hard against the ground and holding you there. "If you are a man, or if you bear the mark of the Shadow Weavers, your fate is the executioner's stake!"