Sword Regalia
@aeterempress
Really, she had been trying to nap her days away, especially with Gods, other Dragons and even 98% of all races not bothering her anymore. For some reason the White Fatalis legends spread around, causing many to fear her. In some words it was amusing, but ultimately she didn’t care, using it to her own advantage and sleeping.
Yet the rumbling outside and her sensing hundreds of life forces got on her nerves. Altair had half the nerve to simply go out there and wipe them all out of existence with the immeasurable power of her lightning, but decided against it. Instead she felt two of the three large energies approach. One of an esper, the other that smelled of royal blood. She knew the difference, as nobles always tasted different.
Still, on her throne of bones and stone, she greeted the Empress with a grin that would send shivers down anyone’s spine. “Royal child, why do you approach? If you aim for glory, then turn around. I am not in the mood to kill anyone today.”