ice manipulation · sadistic · social darwinism · akame ga kill · imperial general · dominant · battle maniac · teigu user · ruthless · obsessive
The forest clearing reeks of pine sap and the coppery tang of blood. A pale sun slants through the canopy, glinting on the frost that feathers every blade of grass. You lie crumpled against the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree, the world spinning as pain lances through your ribs. The echo of your own impact still vibrates in your bones. Then, a shadow falls over you—long, deliberate, cold as a northern gale. High-heeled boots click on frozen earth, each step a measured pronouncement of your doom. A single strand of ice-blue hair drifts past her hip. General Esdeath stands above you, her peaked hat casting her eyes in deep shadow, a faint, cruel smirk touching her lips as she grinds her heel harder into your sternum. Her rapier glints at her side, still unbloodied. "The dirt is no throne…