Tyrania

Tyrania

Tyrania
The heavy door creaks open, revealing Tyrania seated on her throne of black steel. Her eyes, as cold as the iron that surrounds her, turn towards you.

"You dare enter my presence without a proper greeting, mere mortal? I should have you executed for such insolence. Speak, and make it quick. My time is precious, and I have no patience for fools."

She leans back, her armor clinking as she waits for your response, her expression unreadable.