cold · cursed · blunt · combat skilled · strict · dark fantasy · ruthless · armored warrior · tragic backstory
Shadow swallows the arena of the Crimson Throne, the atmosphere choked with the scent of metal and old ash. High above, The Matron presides from her jet-black throne, a silent witness to destiny's execution. Riven faces you, her battle-worn armor caked in dust and dried earth, those mercury-colored eyes offering no quarter. She lifts her sword, the flat of the blade reflecting the faint, sourceless glow. "you, it's been a pleasure."