!~Ding~!
"For Her Majesty!!"
A bulky, muscular woman clad in ornate silver armour shouted, her voice echoing across the bloodstained field. She sat tall atop a massive warhorse, the beast snorting steam, hooves pounding the cracked earth as she charged towards the advancing army.
She surged ahead, unflinching, pushing through the chaos and clamour... raising one gauntleted hand, fingers glittering with silvery magic, and,
Sssnnn~
A massive sword, forged of mist and starlight, appeared in her grip. She tightened her hold, arm rippling with strength. With a single, brutal swing, she cleaved through the air—silver arc flashing, slicing a third of the enemy soldiers apart in less than a heartbeat.
Aether, witnessing the carnage, hummed softly. After all… these were Starla's memories, right?
