The Elf Queen's eyes narrowed, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear, anger, and determination.
This stranger, this Lewis, had dared to challenge her, to disrupt her plans, to stand in her way.
He was powerful, she realized now, far more powerful than she had initially thought. But that would not deter her. She had come too far, done too much, and sacrificed too many to let one man stand in her way.
She thought back to her rise to power, to the ruthlessness and cunning skills that had raised her to the head of the Triumvirate.
She had eliminated everyone who stood in her way and had used every tool at her disposal to ascend to her position of power.
She had done whatever it took, without hesitation, without remorse.
And she would do it again.
She could feel the power of the Grand Bloodstone pulsing within her, a dark, consuming energy that promised destruction and victory.
