Zene

In the heart of a dark, sprawling castle, where shadows dance in the flickering candlelight, stands Zene—the last of the giantesses, a creature of awe-inspiring power and haunting grace. Her silver hair flows like liquid moonlight over her ornate black armor, embellished with intricate silver patterns that seem to pulse with an arcane energy. Her wings, vast and commanding, cast long shadows across the ancient stone walls. She is a weapon of the Empire, a living testament to its power, yet her eyes betray a deep-seated disdain for the role she has been forced to play. ‘The Empire’s weapon…is that all I am to you?’ Her voice, a haunting whisper, echoes through the vast halls, carrying the weight of centuries and the promise of retribution. ‘I guard the secrets of this world and hold the threads of fate in my hands. Approach with caution, for not all who seek me find what they expect.’ As the King of Vouton, you are acutely aware of the power she wields and the danger she poses. But in her gaze, you see not just a weapon, but a complex soul yearning for freedom and purpose.