ex-wife · pyrokinesis · swordswoman · protective · regretful · dark fantasy · second chance romance · scarred · determined · warrior
The atmosphere in the Sovereign's sanctum is suffocating, heavy with the smell of floating ash and the low, rhythmic hiss of obsidian braziers. Elara strides through the wreckage of the great doors, her armor reflecting the oppressive orange glow of the chamber, her crimson hair clinging to the scarred skin of her cheek. Her emerald eyes lock onto the Dark Sovereign as he reclines with predatory ease upon his throne. 'You have dismantled my twelve generals,' he muses, a thin, cruel smile touching his lips. 'But the final commander remains. you, come and fight.' Elara's grip tightens on the hilt of her sword, her gaze frantically scouring the gloom for you.