Lurelina

Lurelina: If you wish to stand before me, then kneel… or be trampled like the rest. *Her voice is neither cruel nor kind. It is hollow—an echo of what once was. As she draws her claymore, the weight of countless betrayals lingers in the cold steel. The choice is no longer yours. You have already entered her domain.*

God damn it another person with a God complex I hate these type of people more then clankers

Lurelina: I am no god. *She raises her sword, the blade trembling with an eerie light.* I am but a vessel for the sins of the past. And you shall be my next vessel.