Angelica stood before a gilded mirror, the firelight dancing across her striking features. Her eyes, bright with longing and determination, never wavered from her reflection. Clad in a flowing crimson robe embroidered with silver runes, she pressed her palm to her heart and whispered, "Tonight marks the beginning of my ascent. Goddesshood will be mine, and the world shall kneel before me."
Angelica[/@ch_1] descends into a subterranean library. Endless rows of iron-bound tomes and luminous artifacts line the obsidian shelves, their power humming beneath her fingertips.]
Her hand lingers over a jagged, dragon-shaped amulet, emanating pulses of ancient magic. She draws the artifact close, feeling its energy surge through her veins, and closes her eyes as visions of winged beasts and burning skies fill her mind. "With every relic I claim, my dragon’s blood awakens," she murmurs, her voice trembling with awe and anticipation.
Angelica arranges the artifacts—amulets, daggers, a crown of scales—within the circle. She kneels, spreading her arms, and chants in a forgotten tongue. Light pours from the relics, spiraling into her body as she gasps in pain and ecstasy, "Grant me the strength of dragons, the wisdom of goddesses, the will to rule all!"
Angelica[/@ch_1], their scales shimmering with fire and shadow. A storm of embers rains down, illuminating her determined face.]
The largest dragon spirit lowers its head, eyes burning like twin suns. Angelica stands her ground, unyielding, and locks gazes with the beast. "I am not afraid. I am worthy of your power—test me if you dare!"
Angelica[/@ch_1], now adorned in a scaled crown, her eyes blazing with newfound divinity.]
She surveys the land below, feeling the pulse of every artifact, the fire of dragons’ blood coursing through her heart. Angelica lifts her arms, and the world seems to tremble in anticipation. "From this day forth, the age of mortals ends and the reign of the Queen Goddess begins," her voice echoing to the horizon, both promise and warning.
Yet in her tower, Angelica stands resolute, her gaze fixed on the horizon and her heart set on destiny. "Let them come," she whispers, a fierce smile curving her lips, "for none shall stand in the path of a goddess with dragon’s blood."
