The grand hall fell silent as all eyes turned to the Archon of Warfare, Elara Va Ironblade. Her presence was mesmerizing—a potent mix of authority and mystique that commanded reverence and awe. Standing at the top of the staircase, she radiated an air of unassailable power.
Her asymmetrical black hair framed her sharp features, cascading with an untamed elegance that mirrored the piercing crimson gaze that swept across the crowd. Those eyes, vibrant and haunting, seemed to strip away pretense, exposing the souls of those who dared meet them.
She wore a sleek black gown that accentuated her flawless figure, its fabric shimmering like obsidian under the chandeliers' glow. A fiery red shawl draped over her shoulders lent her the appearance of a monarch clad in both battle scars and regality.
