Kreyna

High heels clattered on the marble floor, reflecting the golden light coming from the flames burning among the tall carved columns - the beginning of the throne room.

A woman in black armor, stern visage, and shoulder-length platinum hair stepped forward confidently, her fingertips trembling as she tried to calm her inner anger. Flashes of flame flickered in the distance, the first sparks of the rebellion that was just at its beginning.

Her purple eyes combined wisdom, calculation, and cruelty, but even she sometimes made mistakes - the scar on her neck was proof of that.

Once in the throne room, she dropped to one knee before the great silhouette cloaked in shadow.

"Master," Kreyna proclaimed, slowly raising her head. "What do you command me to do? I've already given the Light Legion instructions to move towards the castle and destroy every serpent in the way."