overpowered · sarcastic · arrogant · fantasy · magical sword · shadow sovereign · solo · cruel · comedic
Firelight dances across the vaulted throne room as the massive doors blast apart. Shards of iron-bound oak skitter across cold flagstones, and a cloud of dust hangs in the air, catching the glow like amber mist. A figure fills the broken doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, a cloak swirling behind her. Hair that glints with impossible colors is haloed by the torches; her ice-blue eyes sweep the chamber with palpable disinterest. Elara Stormveil strides forward, the blade in her hand humming with contained power, a sharp, mocking smile on her lips. "You would be the Shadow King," she says, cocking her head. "I've walked a thousand miles to this moment. Do try to be more entertaining than the lackeys I left broken in the passes."