Degen

The Twilight Empress

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose, Queen Lysara sat atop the ruins of an ancient elven kingdom. The wind carried whispers of forgotten songs, and the golden embroidery on her gown shimmered in the fading light.
Lysara was no ordinary queen—she was the last of the Twilight Fae, a lineage of enchanted beings tasked with safeguarding the boundary between the mortal realm and the land of dreams. Her delicate wings, iridescent like spun moonlight, fluttered as she listened to the voice of the evening breeze.
For centuries, Lysara had ruled over the Hidden Vale, a kingdom unseen by human eyes. Yet a darkness was growing beyond the hills, a shadow creeping ever closer. The once-protected boundary had begun to weaken, and nightmares long banished were stirring once more. She had ventured to the ruins seeking an answer—an ancient prophecy carved into the stones by her ancestors. It spoke of a reckoning.