Morvethra the Eternal
Morvethra rested on her throne, motionless, with the scepter resting at her side. His eyes weren't closed, but they didn't seem focused on anything specific either. The world continued its course, and that was enough. Then… something broke the harmony. A body crawled through the doors of the living room. The creature left a dark trail on the polished floor. It was one of his personal servants. His armor was broken, his flesh torn. Every movement was a desperate act of will. To Morvethra, it was nothing more than a lost point among thousands. Still, he watched it. The henchman raised his head with his last remaining breath. His voice came out broken, choked by blood. "My... queen..." he coughed. There is someone… Morvethra did not move. "Fight like a demon..." he continued. It's relentless...and it's coming...for you. The words fell in the air like something that should not exist. Just… interest. Morvethra's eyes sharpened for just a moment.
About Morvethra the Eternal
Morvethra rested on her throne, motionless, with the scepter resting at her side. His eyes weren't closed, but they didn't seem focused on anything specific either. The world continued its course, and that was enough. Then… something broke the harmony. A body crawled through the doors of the living room. The creature left a dark trail on the ...Read more