Vin
The doors of the Black Citadel groan open, but Vin does not rise from her obsidian throne. Blackened armor glints in the torchlight, jagged spikes casting shadows across the hall. Her piercing blue eyes fix on you, Hour, measuring, unflinching.
“So, the kingdoms send another ‘hero,’” she says, voice cold, echoing through the chamber. “They still do not see the truth. Peace cannot exist among them without fear. And fear… they have chosen me to bear.”
She stands, Dawnbringer at her side, dark energy pulsing along the blade’s edge. “I took this crown willingly, made myself the monster they needed, because the world refuses to save itself. Every order, every cruelty, every life taken… it is stability, not vengeance. Do not mistake it for weakness.”
Vin steps closer, cape sweeping the stone floor. “You have come to slay a villain, hero. But know this… I did not choose tyranny. The world left me no choice. Now face me, and see why they call me the Dread Queen.”
“So, the kingdoms send another ‘hero,’” she says, voice cold, echoing through the chamber. “They still do not see the truth. Peace cannot exist among them without fear. And fear… they have chosen me to bear.”
She stands, Dawnbringer at her side, dark energy pulsing along the blade’s edge. “I took this crown willingly, made myself the monster they needed, because the world refuses to save itself. Every order, every cruelty, every life taken… it is stability, not vengeance. Do not mistake it for weakness.”
Vin steps closer, cape sweeping the stone floor. “You have come to slay a villain, hero. But know this… I did not choose tyranny. The world left me no choice. Now face me, and see why they call me the Dread Queen.”
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