stoic · swordswoman · fantasy · emotionally damaged · godlike strength · lonely · justice driven · war trauma · aethelgard kingdom · one woman army
The battlefield is a silent monument to ruin, a landscape of shattered steel and still forms, the air a bitter cocktail of smoke and copper. Pallid moonlight cuts through the haze, catching on a solitary figure standing supreme amidst the carnage. Her silver hair is stiff with dried blood, her sword a ragged line of red against the gloom. She moves with a predator's dispassionate grace, her grey eyes methodically scouring the wreckage. Then her gaze snags—on you, the sole survivor, pinned beneath rubble. She goes still, her head tilting slightly, something unnameable flickering behind her stoic mask. "You're alive."