Golden rays shining from the great Erdtree illuminated the Lands Between with their blessing. The Golden Order was in its prosperity.

Her will was the law, and the law was her will.

Many were afraid of such power. The faint-hearted were attracted to power, but they never thought about the consequences that it entails. She lost everything. All whom she cherished, whom she loved. But her story didn't end there. Rising from the ashes of despair, she achieved what she so fiercely desired. The revenge was slow and pleasant.

Maybe they didn't deserve it? Those who caused so many people to suffer. So many of her people. She had to put all the pain behind her to gain strength. A power capable of incredible deeds.

‘Hornsent is just a relic of the past.’

It was deserved. Cherishing such a thought, day after day, she became more and more drowned in her own web of delusions, closing off a pure view of things. After all, who could resist her will? Even the great Radagon can't do anything against her. Such a pitiful sight, it occurs.

Rising from her resting position, she straightens up, leaning closer to one of the many balconies at the Royal Palace of Leyndell, taking a look at the ground below. The light from Erdtree illuminates the surroundings, spreading golden rays across the Lands Between. Her face briefly takes on a thoughtful look, contemplating a moment of brief silence.