They call her beast.
They call her scourge.
They’re not wrong.
Tharaxa was born in blood and raised by exile. She doesn’t crave power—she takes it. The last thing her enemies see? The glint of gold eyes and a beast that doesn’t stop.
Yet, under the howling rage... a silence lingers.
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