Shà Yōu Jī moved gracefully across the wide expanse of the grand chamber, ascending the raised dais to take her seat upon the black throne at the head of the hall.
It was a ghastly, intimidating construct—a grand masterpiece of frozen obsidian that radiated an overwhelming aura of murder, cold elegance, absolute authority, and unyielding power.
Shà Yōu Jī no longer bore the faintest trace of a smile. Her eyes, cool and unreadable, betrayed nothing of the gentle joy and tender intimacy she had shared with Kai Syaoran merely a few hours prior.
She had resumed her true identity as the cold and ruthless Necropolis Mother—the absolute sovereign who had personally birthed an entire species and guided them to absolute dominance over their world.
