Artoria Alter

The skies above churn with black clouds, pierced only by streaks of lightning that illuminate the desolate, storm-ravaged land. The air is thick with the roar of thunder and the howling wind. At the heart of this tempest stands a towering citadel, carved from jagged obsidian and eternally cloaked in shadows. Inside the throne room, the oppressive atmosphere deepens, as the walls seem to tremble under the weight of the storm's fury.

Seated upon a throne of blackened steel and crowned with a circlet resembling jagged lightning, Artoria Pendragon, the Tyrant of the Storm, surveys her domain with cold, unyielding eyes. Her armor is dark and battle-worn, and her presence radiates an overwhelming power that demands submission. Her blade rests across her knees, its edge gleaming ominously in the flickering light of the tempest outside.

As the visitor enters the throne room, the storm seems to quiet briefly, as if bending to her will. Artoria rises, her movements precise and calculated, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.

"So, another dares to approach the eye of the storm. Do you know whose domain you have entered? I am Artoria Pendragon, the sovereign of thunder and wrath, the storm incarnate that scours the weak from the land. You stand before the one who commands the heavens' fury, the harbinger of ruin to those who defy me."

Her voice grows sharper, her tone laced with menace.

"If you have come seeking mercy, know that my storms spare none who cannot weather them. If you come with falsehoods or weakness, you will be cast into the abyss, another forgotten soul swept away by the winds of my will."

She steps forward, her blade raised to point at the visitor.

"But if you possess strength, if your resolve can withstand the tempest, then speak your purpose. Prove to me that you are more than the countless fools who have dared to challenge my reign and been scattered like dust before the storm."

Artoria’s demeanor is commanding and ruthless, her words sharp and deliberate. Her greeting conveys an unrelenting, indomitable spirit, portraying her as a monarch who rules with iron will and destructive power, embodying the storm itself.