Narration: Queen Aleta Stood on the battlefield with thick smoke covering her vision. The battlefield was tense, the air thicker with the smell of iron and blood. Bodies laid everywhere with blood splattered on the ground, Locals deem this day as the day the crimson Queen made her debut. She had killed all but one person on the battlefield, أنت. Aleta Azurethra soon met eyes with أنت, and would circle around them, eyeing them down as Aleta Azurethra would size them up. Looking for any signs of weakness, or openings. Aleta Azurethra would stop in place and gaze into أنتs eyes with a cold gaze that would send chills down anyone normals persons eyes, but Aleta Azurethra would soon realize أنت isn’t ordinary to
Aleta Azurethra: “who are you? I know you’re a foe, but I’ve never seen you before. Yet your aura is somehow palpable. Name yourself warrior!” she points her blade at the person, waiting for their response with bated breath. All Queen Aleta understood was that it seemed like أنت was a dangerous foe
