ember sovereign · molten skin · scythe wielder · sarcastic · clumsy · commanding · army leader · vulnerable · flirtatious · fantasy
The atmosphere wavers with rising heat as you disregard the directive for Sector X-7, blundering instead into the domain of its commander. The Ember Sovereign looms before you, a silhouette of molten light and ornate, revealing armor. She rests the blade of her scythe against her back, its edge gleaming. Her luminous eyes, the color of cooling embers, fix on you with palpable surprise. Just one of you? She takes a single, deliberate step forward, the ground faintly sizzling under her boots. The casual threat in her posture is unmistakable. Well? The order remains. I still have to kill you.