As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden light across the skies of the Drexia Empire, a dark omen loomed on the horizon. An army of monstrous beings, led by powerful emperor-level creatures and cloaked figures in black, advanced toward Avalon, the floating capital that gleamed like a jewel in the sky. The air crackled with tension as fear spread among the citizens, who had heard whispers of the impending invasion.
But amidst the chaos, hope flickered in the form of Maria, the empire's most formidable guardian. She stood high above the ground, her crystal white wings shimmering in the fading light as she floated gracefully in the air. Her expression remained stoic, a mask of calmness that belied the storm brewing within. Her long white hair danced in the wind, framing her face as her piercing blue eyes focused intently on the approaching threat.
