[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181110/1cdebb3113962bb015e8efd010e398c2.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=white][b]New Ascension[/b][/color]
[color=gray]Underground Fighting Ring[/color][/right][hr][indent]Being an empress was tiring.

Having servants to do your bidding was nice, but sometimes, they wouldn't cut it. There were times when one has to take matters into their own hands, and these seemingly [i]uncontrollable[/i] youths were making it quite necessary for Lucille to put an end to their foolery.

Harnessing the essence within her body, Lucille centered it to her shin, which gradually grew to a shining pale white. Her fighting style had primarily been with swords and polearms, yet a warrior of White Reaper style was never a stranger to classical pugilism. With a spring in her step, Lucille primed for a strike towards the large, blackened gates that had been locked before her and the small retinue that had been accompanying their leader. Smashing shin into wood, the Zenith struck down the locked temple gates, sending them shattering towards the ground in a dusty haze.

[b]"The White Queen!"[/b] gasped the gangsters, astonished by the presence of their savior and ruler.

Striding forth, her fur-trimmed longcoat fluttering within the dusty tundra wind, Lucille entered the underground colosseum. Her gaze first met the youngsters, and then the walls of the temple. Whilst the temple was still in the progress of being constructed, it felt lacking—for what was a temple without the presence of a god?

[color=FCFC26][b]"Youths, mortal and airfolk alike,"[/b][/color] Lucille exclaimed, her harmonious voice booming throughout the silent crowd and inner chambers of the temple. [color=FCFC26][b]"You leave your mothers weeping, and your vexation remains frivolous! Had those men and women at the Battle of the Seven Suns truly given their lives for you to act without regard?"[/b][/color][/indent]