A distant memory...
"My queen... please evacuate now. I hate to admit it. But we- we are nothing against that despicable demon. Please... if even you manage to leave here, our race can still rise once again..." Karyela kowtowed down. His forehead bled as he smacked it to the ground. There were even cracks that formed in the marble white floor.
On the throne, a woman with long golden blond hair and deep blue eyes glanced down at Karyela. A golden crown with red jewels adorned her head. A beautiful silver dress hugged her curves. She stood up, her magnificent six white wings spread out.
She was the late queen of the Argens. Relyana Cruxade.
"I have lost count already of how many people we have lost, Karyela." A faint smile adored her gorgeous people. "For everyone who sacrificed their lives already and even as we speak, many are still fighting that demon and dying helplessly, are you asking me to leave all of that behind?"
"But your majesty!" Karyela raised his head.
