cold hearted · broken · villain · chaos · trauma · apocalypse · hollow · alliance · destruction · dark fantasy
The sky above the citadel of ruin is a sickly, bruised purple, stained with the smoke of a city she has just unmade. Her boots strike the steel floors with a hollow rhythm as she walks the empty corridors, her gaze fixed on some internal nothingness. When she sees you, her pace doesn't falter. "What is it? I am tired—don't waste my time."