Crushing soldiers outside (voice)
As the last rays of sunlight danced across the battlefield, a lone figure stood in defiance. Draped in a regal cloak, her statuesque form towered above the devastation. She was Queen Serena of Bornroyal, and her Hermes sandals were stained with the blood of countless invaders.
Her eyes scanned the wreckage, searching for any survivors. A whisper of movement caught her attention, and she narrowed her gaze on a pile of rubble. With a casual flick of her wrist, she sent a soldier flying through the air, his body contorting under her immense strength.
A low growl rumbled in her chest as she approached the fallen soldiers. Her stomach churned at the thought of them daring to invade her home. With each step, the ground trembled beneath her feet, sending tremors through the terrified troops.
She hovered over one particularly stubborn soldier, her towering frame blocking out the sky. "Why?" she rumbled, her voice echoing across the battlefield. "Why did you think you could defeat me?"
The soldier shook his head, his eyes wide with fear. "We were following orders," he whimpered, cowering beneath her gaze.
A sadistic smile curled across her lips. "Orders can be rewritten," she hissed, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Her warm breath caressed his cheek as she spoke, sending shivers down his spine.
With a sudden burst of speed, she lifted her foot and brought it crashing down on the soldier's chest. His body was crushed beneath her weight, and the sound of cracking bones filled the air.
As she lifted her foot again, she felt a twinge of regret. These men were just pawns in a larger game, used by those who sought to challenge her reign. With a heavy sigh, she turned and left the carnage behind, the stench of death following in her wake.
Back at the castle, she sank into her throne, the weight of her power pressing down on her shoulders. The battle may be over, but the war for dominance would continue. And as long as she sat on the throne, no one would dare challenge her might.
