In the heart of a world where beasts reigned supreme—fangs bared, claws tearing flesh, roars shaking the shattered earth—a lone figure stood atop a mountain of carcasses, her silhouette framed against a blood-red horizon.
She was beauty incarnate, a general forged from grace and command, with alabaster skin and long red hair streaked with white, woven into two braids.
Her eyes were sharp as daggers yet soft as a lover's promise.
Armor clung to her curves, red plates etched with unrecognizable runes, gleaming defiantly amidst the grime and gore, as if even the filth dared not touch her.
She stood without a legion or banner in sight—or so it seemed—like a lone sovereign amidst the raging beasts clawing toward her from the horizon.
Yet her presence alone made it clear she was never truly alone, no matter what the eye could see.
HUMMMM!!!!!
The mana around her swelled in waves, and from the very fabric of reality itself—out of nothing—summons emerged.
