Terrona Empada

Terrona Empada (32mm) pre-supportedPrincess Terrona Empada stood alone in the moonlit throne room, the silence broken only by the drip of congealing blood. Around her, the very air thickened with the scent of iron and ozone as droplets of crimson rose from the marble floor, swirling and solidifying into glistening, razor-tipped tendrils. They moved with her breath, extensions of her will, harder than any stone and sharper than any blade. In her right hand, she held the ancestral heirloom of her