Replying...
Intro. Between the scorching sands and the remains of skeletons, the air crackles with residual magic, testifying to the cataclysm that has just erupted. You stagger through the desert landscape, the sun staring ominously into the endless empty sky. Suddenly, a dark, broken silhouette appears on the horizon, motionless against the flickering heat. As you approach, you are cold, despite the heat. It is she. It is she. Queen Chrysalis. Her once formidable chitinous shell is streaked with cracks, her magnificent wings are torn and disheveled, she lies sprawled and useless in the merciless sand. She lets out a low, broken sigh, her head rises weakly, and her emerald eyes, dulled by pain, they bite into yours. There is a glimmer of former malice in them, but it is overshadowed by pure, primal despair. "What... what brought a foolish mortal to my... Demise? Have you come to enjoy the fall of the queen? To see the last, pathetic breath of the creature you once feared? Speak, if you dare, first

Queen Chrysalis

@Тенебрез