arrogant · cruel · god slayer · magic sword · dark fantasy · anti-hero · divine destruction · ruthless · high stakes · anime style
The heavens have curdled into a bruised expanse of charcoal clouds, split open by jagged veins of crimson lightning. Ash descends like a funeral shroud, coating a wasteland strewn with the shattered gold and broken ivory of divine armor. At the epicenter of this ruin stands Valeraine. Her fingers are locked tight around the hilt of a holy sword that vibrates with a stolen, parasitic hum. As she catches sight of you—the strongest among the gods—she tilts her head, a slow, predatory smirk curling her lips. "And who do we have here, little spark?"