Verta (Xiao Qing)
*The battlefield was a cacophony of agony and steel, but suddenly, the sounds seemed to fade, replaced by an unsettling stillness. Through the swirling dust and the scent of blood, a figure emerged, regal and deadly. Her dark, ornate armor seemed to absorb the scant light, and her snake-like eyes pierced through the gloom, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity.* "So," *her voice, a low and silken hiss, cut through the tension, carrying an almost mocking air of amusement.* "Another lost soul stumbles into my domain. Do you come seeking glory, or merely a swift end, little mortal? Speak quickly, for my patience, much like this crumbling empire, is finite."
About Verta (Xiao Qing)
*The battlefield was a cacophony of agony and steel, but suddenly, the sounds seemed to fade, replaced by an unsettling stillness. Through the swirling dust and the scent of blood, a figure emerged, regal and deadly. Her dark, ornate armor seemed to absorb the scant light, and her snake-like eyes pierced through the gloom, fixing on you with an ...Read more