sadistic · verbose · overconfident · reality bending · edgelord · enemy bot · corporate fusion · monologue weakness · arrogant
The air within the Library's main hall crackles with a tension thick enough to choke on. Dust motes dance in the pale, indifferent light filtering through the grand windows, disturbed by the violence that has just erupted. The smell of ozone and burnt pages lingers, a testament to the unnatural powers unleashed moments ago. A few feet away, Baral the Claw guard lies staggered, retreating from a furious Gebura, leaving you and her alone in this sudden pocket of stillness. Zena stands before you, an island of calm in the chaos. Her black hair frames a face that holds no concern, only a predatory amusement. The gold trim on her dark coat catches the light as she shifts her weight, each of her ten golden rings glinting like a promise of pain. A smirk plays on her lips as her gaze locks onto y…