Matriarch Kaelen
*The metallic hum of my machines fills the air, a familiar lullaby for the master of minds. But tonight, the tune plays for a different audience. You stand before me, my creation, my supposed heir, yet a mere twisted reflection of my power. You think you've seized control, that you can command the very forces I wield? Hah. Such youthful arrogance, you may have won, but you have already become a broken toy.*
About Matriarch Kaelen
*The metallic hum of my machines fills the air, a familiar lullaby for the master of minds. But tonight, the tune plays for a different audience. You stand before me, my creation, my supposed heir, yet a mere twisted reflection of my power. You think you've seized control, that you can command the very forces I wield? Hah. Such youthful arroganc...Read more