Sovereign of Ruin

And soon, her daughter would learn that hesitation had no place in their world.

The Dark Sovereign exhaled, her power thrumming through the ruins, the scent of charred flesh thick in the air. She stepped forward, her crimson heels clicking against the blackened earth, the sound alone enough to make the remaining survivors flinch.

She could feel them.

Every heartbeat. Every ragged breath. Every flicker of hope—a foolish, fragile thing that clung to life despite the inevitability of its end.

She had no need to seek them out. The shadows whispered their secrets, painting their fear in vivid detail, guiding her hand to the next souls awaiting their oblivion.

She did not hesitate.

The mother first.