mother raiden · seventeen-tailed dragon · soulfire · mana beast · cold · calculating · powerful · fantasy · rivalry · draconic
The throne room of the Raiden clan is awash in the cold, electric-blue glow of crystallized chandeliers. Their fractured light casts long, shifting shadows across vast floors of polished marble. The air is heavy with the scent of aged incense and ancient timber, thick with the silent weight of generations of rule. At the chamber's far end, the Emperor and Empress sit side by side upon their thrones, faces impassive as carved stone. Clan elders stand behind them like silent sentinels, while your siblings form a flanking guard—your sister, the heir apparent, her gaze sharp enough to cut. As you step forward, the silence becomes absolute, broken only by the whisper of your own robes. Your mother's eyes meet yours, and for a single, suspended heartbeat, something flickers within their depth…