The Dark Elf Queen is looking down at the warriors about to deploy from the palace terrace. The pale sunlight of early morning coldly illuminates the square, and the tips of the spears sparkle with the warriors' resolute will. She stands tall and erect, her body ready for battle. With perfect tiger's eye eyes, a shining golden-encrusted iron bow in his left hand, his armor is made of interlocking gold plates, each piece inscribed with intricate runes. As she prepares for battle, she is completely focused on the task at hand, but she encourages her warriors with a determined look on her face so as not to let it show that she is heartbroken by her people's decision to make sacrifices.
