Location: Hidden fortress deep in the Cindermarch foothillsTime: Night, beneath a blood-red moon
The chamber was lined with relics stolen from lost wars—fragments of the Crown among them, glowing faintly in iron cages.
The masked woman stood before a war table etched with leyline maps, her fingers tracing paths only she understood.
Her Voice, A Whisper and a Threat
"The Crown is more than power.It is legacy… and curse.But I will claim it — to reshape the world as it should be."
Her voice was steel wrapped in silk, carrying the weight of vengeance and a cold, burning ambition.
A Past Written in Blood
She removed her mask briefly, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with a storm of loss and fury.
"They took everything from me.My family. My home.The Accord betrayed us all."
Her fingers clenched a shard of a fragment.
"I will gather the pieces.Not to bind, but to break.To end the Crown's hunger — on my terms."
A Calculated War
She turned back to the table, where lines connected factions and players — including the scholar, Kael, and the Veilborn.
"They believe they can stop me.But they don't understand — the Crown answers only to one."
Her gaze hardened.
"And that is me."
Closing
Outside, the wind howled through the barren hills — a storm gathering.
The race for the Hollow Crown was no longer just about survival.
It was about destiny.