Battling an Ancient and Long Forgotten Threat

Daelia sat in her homeworld of Svartalfheim, gazing into a mirror as she fixed her hair. Her Empire was in ruins, with few of the worlds outside the core of her domain having survived the Naraku. The bugs were crashing against her defenses set up around these several systems and failing to break thorugh.

Was she concerned about the insurmountable life, and the damage which her people could never recover from? Not in the slightest. She was, after all not herself, and had not been for a very, very long time.

However, the reflection in her mirror said otherwise. The Elven beauty stared back at herself from beyond the glass and screamed at her figure. There was just one problem: while her physical form saw her own reflection, her reflection did not. Instead, it witnessed a monster born of darkness and whose figure was so gaunt and malevolent that it might as well be called a skeleton.