Nebula of the Seventh Covenant: The Whiteness of Annihilation
It was a night when masks fell from borrowed faces. In the darkness of the forest, the echo of horses' hooves tore through the stillness of the night like the rhythm of war drums. Diana turned, and with a slow, proud movement, she removed her silver mask, revealing features no longer those of the victim they knew. Her triumphant smile radiated a mockery that froze the blood of the traitors on the palace balconies. She held the secret records high in the wind like a death warrant, and before they could blink, she snapped her fingers lightly. In a single second, the magical illusion vanished, and her hair erupted, a deep crimson, blazing like fire in the darkness, proclaiming to Aurelius's world that the ghosts of Blackwood had returned to collect their debts in blood.