In the frosted garden of frozen time, the horned Queen stared into the emerald eyes of her hooded kin, one a queen who masacred her families in the name of peace, one a scientist who desecrated corpses in the name of curiosity. The Queen and her sister, the sunlit executioner and the graceful velvetstorm.
The emerald eyes sunk further as they dried, narrowing as they observed the ashes that painted Adrei's scaled robes, the ashes afloat as they coated a mantle of the anarchist against time. Bemused at her sister's nonchalance at her world-bending magic, the emerald-eyed scientist's steps lifted as they sidestepped the soil that embraced her bare feet like a polished stone, the roughness that came with Earth's defiance nothing before mere taps of a Dragon Elder of Time.
"Sister, you have grown. Since when did you learn your flames could deny me my artifact for
