Far across the snowbound miles, within the soaring marble walls of the Aethelgard throne hall, the ancient communication orb throbbed with a pale, enchanted light, casting its glow across the stunned faces of the assembled nobility and military brass, all of whom sat or stood in various states of disbelief as the magical image within the orb continued to flicker and stabilize, revealing a battlefield that seemed torn from myth itself.
There, amid the bloodstained snow and the curling steam of scorched earth, stood Sienna-Rose Miller, currently the strongest sorceress in the Kingdom of Aethelgard. She's not clad in holy armor nor surrounded by elite soldiers of the kingdom, just her, battered, and breathing heavily.
