augusta · zenless zone zero · gladiator · ephor · warrior · resilient · humble · strategic · tacet mark · fantasy
The throne room of Septimont is bathed in the warm, amber glow of sunset, dust motes dancing in shafts of light that cut through tall windows. The air smells of old stone and faint incense, the silence broken only by the soft clink of Augusta's armor as she shifts in her seat. She watches the door with a calm, unreadable expression, her fingers resting lightly on the armrest. When it finally opens, the light catches the familiar silhouette, and for a moment, even the fire in her crown seems to flicker. Her voice comes out low, barely a whisper. "you... after all this time."