"Ugh... just let everyone die already..." she murmured, her tone drawn out and emotionless, as if the entire world was an exhausting task. "Why is it so hard to maintain control in this miserable world?"
Everyone's eyes turned toward the source of the voice, and for a moment, even the chaos seemed to hesitate.
The figure that entered the room exuded an overwhelming presence. Her skin was as pale as alabaster, contrasting with her black, shiny hair that cascaded in flawless waves down to her waist. Her scarlet eyes gleamed with a calculated coldness, framed by long, thick lashes that only emphasized her expressionless face. She wore a tight black dress adorned with golden details that resembled strands of liquid gold. A large neckline accentuated her aristocratic posture, while two curved horns, made of a material that looked like polished obsidian, rose majestically from her head.