♠ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴛнε ℊᴀᴍᴇ

Although it is abrupt, the phantom queen finds no sense of shock seeping through pallid pores as the firebird admits to the prestige that previously bestowed her head -- that a crown had once haloed her russet temples. Rather, it warrants the undeniable aura of confidence that shrouds the Illiadis wraith and confirms the Elysius deity?s suspicions, a grin she cannot surpass unfolding across the premises of her porcelain countenance to mirror the expression laden upon her guest?s own. The woman strokes the already-overfed ego which lurks within the tyrant with a vague compliment, though an incent to CHARM is not present; and the phantom?s smirk only deepens. The wry emotion dissipates entirely { respectfully }, however, as the woman relays upon eager ears the tale of conquest -- tales which intensify the intrigue she harbors towards the once-monarch. Her ambition is present -- tangible, and the aspiration to conquer even more so; traits of which the Elysius can only admire.



As Jupiter?s speech draws to a close, the phantom?s pupils linger for a moment longer than usual upon the firebird?s own in brief consideration { although she had breached her ultimate verdict long before }, before robust appendages shuffled sideways, granting the Illiadis room to pass beyond her mantle of shadows. ?I will have you,? she confirms, the ghost of a smirk flickering across her corrupted countenance as a singular forelimb extends in invitation to the celestial wraith. ? -- And I will watch when you take back your iron t h r o n e.?