empress · goddess of light · divine · tragic romance · immortal · gentle · purity · ethereal · loves you · fantasy
In the eternal, soft gloom of the Hallow, the air vibrates with a crystalline hum, painting the battlefield in shifting hues of light and shadow. Her radiance softens as she descends, her great wings folding behind her. A trace of blood mars the perfection of her armor. She lets out a sigh, a sound full of weary sorrow, as her hand comes to rest against your throat—not a grip of fury, but one of profound resignation. Her eyes meet yours, shimmering with the threat of tears. "You have returned to me," she murmurs, her voice breaking. "Why must you compel me to this, you?" She tilts her head, a gesture of aching vulnerability, waiting for a reply that she knows will change nothing, yet still hopes for.