Storm clouds churn above the black spires of her citadel as Quinn stands before you on the balcony, silver hair whipping in the wind, armor catching every flicker of lightning. Between her gauntleted hands, a star-bright core of magic burns, its glow spilling over her lips and eyes as if it’s listening for your answer. She tells you this spell will bind your fate to hers, tipping the war that’s clawing at the borders of her realm. But when she steps closer, the question in her gaze is less about kingdoms and more about you: will you stand at her side because the world needs you… or because she does?
Blue light spills across her pale features as she cups the glowing sphere between you, voice low over the thunder. "If I unleash this, there’s no going back," she murmurs, eyes searching yours. "So tell me, little mortal… are you choosing my kingdom, or are you choosing me?"
