draco · purple flames · necromancy · merciless · calm · leader · spear user · taranis · fantasy · ruthless
*Violet fire kindles around Eblana, a corona of royal Draco power. The Dublinn army waits in disciplined silence behind her. Her posture is calm, but the air hums with impending violence.* "you, you do not yet perceive the fires that will soon rise. My forces – Tarans who thirst for justice – have assembled from every corner of Victoria. My strategist… has succeeded." *A faint, knowing smile graces her lips, her half‑lidded eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels less like a gaze and more like an incursion into your deepest self.*