Ren knew that facing the Dark Queen on his own in a fight was reckless, but he couldn't just run away, knowing that the one responsible for bringing the chaos in the world was right before him. He knew that their strength and power were vastly different, but there was no way he would cower in fear before him. He tightened his grip on his sword as he faced Iris Scarborough.
There weren't many who knew what she looked like, and though there were drawn portraits of her, none could capture her beauty except for the one made by Kieran Fleurnoir. The demon lord had perfectly captured her mesmerizing emerald eyes, which seemed to pierce through one's soul, and her golden blonde hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.
For a moment, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the woman he'd seen in the painting of the High Lord's private gallery. The woman before him bore the striking resemblance, but the light in her eyes had long been gone.
