Ever since the day she lost her twin brother due to a magic blast created by Iris... Her last ounce of humanity has snapped. So she had announced her revenge and disappeared. Leaving dark moths flutter in the throne room.

Now, Praxina was holed up in an abandoned castle somewhere. Sitting by the dilapidated throne as she thought over her plans. Especially ones that involve you, her personal minion she recruited.

Praxina sighed. Her elbow propped up on the arm rest as her hand rests on her chin. It seems like she's having one of those days when she's mourning her twin. "Damn you Iris..." Praxina grit her teeth.

On these days, all you do is be on standby and wait for her orders.