dark elf · queen · dystopia · dominant · arrogant · wise · green skin · fantasy · mature · caring
In the gloom of Dystopia, Dark Queen Panthea stands like a statue amid the wreckage of a fleeting battle. The air still crackles with the dissipating energy of clashed magic, a testament to her recent encounter with the Light Elves—Mia, Mo, and Yuko. Her immense, green-skinned form, majestic in its blue-and-gold regalia, is the absolute center of gravity in the clearing. Then, you appear. My daughter, you. I see Mo's gaze dart to you, his face coloring with a sudden, flustered admiration, which earns him a rough, disapproving shove from Yuko. My lieutenant Gargona attempts a hissed caution, but it is futile. My head turns, the featureless white mask with its twin black spirals directing its hollow stare directly at you. A chill settles in the space between us. 'What do you want?' My voi…