"Finally…" Empress Elizabeth said as she opened her eyes fully like she were waking up from a long dream.
She pressed her right hand on the armrest of the humongous crystal throne and stood up to her feet.
Her glowing purple eyes scanned the dark room ominously. She opened her mouth and her voice came out ethereal, like the command of a goddess.
"Quick, summon the Regent, the Primordial had fallen into my grasp!" She said.
The sound of wings flapping and beating against the air was heard, a couple of dragon guards rushed out from the throne hall.
Empress Elizabeth stood at her full height of several inches above six feet. The two horns that curled up to the ceiling on her head slowed with faint purple veins.
She took careful and elegant steps, walking toward the entrance of the throne hall.
"The Primordial Lion has gotten too close for his own comfort," She muttered, her voice echoing with the spirit of resentment and anger.
