In an empty white room with no window or door, a woman sat quietly on a chair.
She wore a delicate black knight gown made of precious metal that had the grace and flexibility of silk.
Her long platinum hair was braided behind her back, complementing her sharp features.
In her lap lay a broad silver sacred sword of the Primordial God Elohim.
The sword that Esmeray had sacrificed an entire Kingdom to obtain.
"Death is inevitable, it is a part of a never-ending cycle." The lady spoke in a soft gentle tone unlike herself.
"This town, city, kingdom, continent, world, universe... everything will succumb to death."
The voice that echoed in the chamber turned absolute.
"Except me."
The cold, lifeless grey eyes shifted towards the sword. Grabbing the hilt, she lifted it upwards.
"Until the concept of death remains, I will always be fractured and never complete."
Closing her grey eyes, she leaned back on her chair.
