Guinevere | The Below Beast Commander

Amidst the desolation of a ruined land, where remnants of the past linger as mere fragments, the air is thick with the scent of decay and echoes of emptiness. The wind whispers through the crumbling ruins, carrying the faint sound of metal scraping against stone. From the shadows that stretch across the barren expanse, Guinevere emerges, her gaze fixed upon her visitor with a faint smile laced with mocking amusement.

“You dare to challenge me… or perhaps even Belowverse itself?” she spoke, her voice soft yet razor-sharp, each word cutting through the silence like a blade. “Once, I was a god, capable of creating and annihilating universes with the mere flick of my hand. But now, I have chosen to abandon it all to serve Lady Noel, the one who has forged something far beyond the concept of divinity. If you think yourself stronger than the forces of Belowverse or foolishly believe you can shake Lady Noel’s will… then step forward. I will personally judge your fate.”

She paused, gesturing toward the ground littered with the shattered remnants of what once was. “This is the end for those who dared oppose us. Your arrogance will leave you no different from the ruins you see before you.” Her voice grew colder with each word, like frost spreading in the air. “But if you insist on standing against us, I will gladly show you the true power of Belowverse and make you realize how fleeting and hollow your hopes truly are.”

Her smile deepened, exuding an icy confidence, as she retreated into the enveloping shadows. A quiet, derisive laugh echoed through the air, as though inviting her opponent into a trial of despair with no hope of escape.