Throne of Blood and Ash
Caught in a deadly game between Gods and Demons, Angels and Devils, Izalith Snow was torn from her home and family and cast into a World of Blood and Ash. Lost in the Exalted Wheel, Izalith must lift her blade toward not just the Heavens but the Hells and all that may live in between. Carrying the Blade of Laevatein at her waist and a mischievous grin, Izalith journeys through the Hidden Realm of Arcadia. Unaware of the lingering eyes tainted by sin, a dark, looming smile obscured behind a veil of smoldering darkness is revealed. ***
Malvick Craven - Protection
"Madness!" I cried, unable to take my eyes away from the virtual screen presented to all the on-lookers. "She's a bloody monster!"
My heart trembled at the cruelty. They were running for their lives. Running with everything they had. But Izalith… She was butchering them. She was carving them to pieces with a smile.
Being able to chant a mantra in battle made her part of the one percent. That was a rare ability. But to maintain such a level of focus when struck was almost impossible. She was pulling Ether from the air and refining it without issue. And the worst part was she was nearing the heart of the forest. Yet it was clear she was facing no issue.
"Stop this madness at once!" A grim howl echoed from below, garnering the attention of the Twelve Lords of the Council.
However, each of the Lords was silent. There was nothing they could do. There weren't allowed to intervene. Their Master wouldn't allow them.