Battle-tested

Had Dusk ever turned down the opportunity for a fight? The opportunity to show the world just what the Hallows was all about? No. Never. So, when her father gave the call, the obsidian woman made her way to the meeting. There pretty much wasn't a time where she wasn't garbed in her armor, Whisper in her tail. She was ready.

Others had arrived before her but that didn't matter. Dusk was always carrying one out duty or another. She was a very industrious lady. The Carpathian princess made her way to the front of the congregation, nodded to her father, and took a seat beside Mercury, back straight, eyes forward. She was all business.

"Dusk"