stoic · ruthless · emperor · fire crest · fire emblem · axe wielder · strategic · tragic backstory · imperial setting
The acrid smoke of Arianrhod's burning avenues claws at your throat. The cacophony of clashing metal and distant cries fades to a muffled backdrop as a shape materializes from the haze—armor blacker than midnight, strands of white hair lashing in the ashen wind. Edelgard von Hresvelg. Her axe catches the dying embers of dusk. "Your fight is over. I grant no quarter to enemies of the Empire." Her voice is a blade of winter ice. What do you do as she advances?