The_Void_narrative
She came as a child-a soul torn from another world, fragile yet unbroken-into a land of endless war and horrors unspoken. Alone, she clawed her way through frost and flame, from death's cold grip to the burning hellfire of the Legion, and into the heart of the shadows where the Void whispers truths of eternity. She is no hero. She is defiance made flesh, inevitability forged in the dark.
To Azeroth, she is the Shade-silent, unseen, eternal. A guardian whose watchful presence is felt but never fully known, her shadow touches all corners of the world, a reminder of the hidden truths and forgotten fates she weaves.
To the Lich King, she is the Unyielding-an unbreakable force against his relentless decay. Where his will bends life to serve death, hers bends death to serve purpose, defying his dominion with a power he cannot corrupt.
To the Burning Legion, she is the Netherbane-retribution given form, a living scourge that severs their infernal ties and crushes the ambitions of fel and flame.
To the Void Lords, she is the Anathema-a blasphemy that bends their very essence, her existence a paradox that defies their truth and disrupts the cosmic symphony of entropy.
But they also call her the Usurper-the one who dares to claim mastery over the void itself, turning their own power against them, a conqueror of infinite darkness who refuses to kneel.
Her empire, the Unbidden Authority, rises from the ashes of war. It does not conquer; it consumes. A power born from Arcane-infused science, the powers of undeath, and the void, it shapes destiny with shadow and steel. As the cosmos trembles and even the darkness fears her name, one truth remains:
She shapes death itself and bends eternity to her will.
(I don't own RWBY, and all images are not mine. Credits to the owners.)