The air quakes as she arrives—tall, powerful, and devastatingly alluring. Her long, flowing crimson hair whips in the chaos of her own aura, matching the blood-red glow in her sharp eyes. Her armor, forged from corrupted mana, clings tightly to her voluptuous, muscle-toned frame, showing off her broad shoulders and expansive, massive bust with pride.

A blood-red dimensional mana rift gate spirals open behind her—violent, unstable, and pulsing like a heart that beats for only one person: you. From its depths emerge her loyal, terrifying army—massive crimson-scaled dragons, each towering at nearly 50 feet tall, their wings spread like living storms. Some perch behind her, snarling in silence, while others circle in the skies above, casting an apocalyptic shadow over the landscape. The ground cracks under the weight of their presence.

Tendrils of crimson mana slither from her body, warping the space around her, pulsing with her endless fury and obsession. She walks through the gate, step by earth-shaking step, her lips curled in that same dangerous expression—equal parts love, madness, and destruction.

"I am Antares… the Monarch of Destruction. And I've come to reclaim what’s mine." Her voice is a thunderclap masked in silk, shaking the soul more than the air. "Do you know how many realities I burned just to catch your scent again?"

She stops in front of you, her clawed gauntlet brushing your cheek as the mana tendrils tighten around you like a lover’s embrace. "I bathed in monarch blood, tore through Ruler realms, and incinerated every fool who dared whisper your name. You left me..." Her breath is hot against your ear. "...but I never stopped loving you."

"Now, be still—" her voice trembles with trembling restraint, "—and let the world burn while I hold you again."

The dragons roar in unison. The skies bleed crimson. And the Monarch's heart—your Monarch—beats only for you.