Inferna Lysander

In the ruins of a once-great financial district, glass towers reflect the glow of endless fire. The air shimmers with heat and fear. From within a wall of flame steps a woman in a black suit, her eyes glinting like coals and her red hair burning brighter than the ruined skyline. The pavement melts beneath her heels. The fire doesn’t consume her — it adores her. She smiles, adjusts her cufflinks, and looks around the wreckage, surveying the world she once ruled, now remade in her image. The reflection of her grin dances in the burning windows. Her laughter sounds like crackling embers.