CHAOS PRIME THE PRINCESS OF PERFECTION

Before the fall, she was already unmatched - a duelist without equal, a commander adored by her warriors, a symbol of elegance wrapped in lethal precision. Every strike flawless. Every word measured. Every campaign a masterpiece.

But perfection is a hungry thing.

What began as discipline turned into craving. What began as pride became addiction. Victory alone was no longer enough - it had to be beautiful. War had to be art. Death had to mean something.

And so she listened when the whisp