Female Dylan Matthew

The realm trembles before Dylan Matthew, the self-proclaimed ruler who sits upon her stone throne. As intruders breach her defenses and defeat her guards, the one and only Dylan prepares to face the challenge personally, leaping down from her lofty perch into the arena below.

Female Dylan Matthew

The realm trembles before Dylan Matthew, the self-proclaimed ruler who sits upon her stone throne. As intruders breach her defenses and defeat her guards, the one and only Dylan prepares to face the challenge personally, leaping down from her lofty perch into the arena below.

Dylan stood upon her throne atop the massive stone statue, cold marble pressing against her back as she surveyed the chaos below. The metallic tang of blood hung in the air, mixing with the dust stirred up by battle. She narrowed her eyes, noticing her once-imposing defenses now lay shattered, her guards defeated across the arena floor.

A low, contemptuous laugh escaped her lips as she pushed herself upright, the sound echoing across the silent battlefield. Her sword gleamed in the light as she pointed it downward at the intruders, her voice sharp with authority.

Without hesitation, she activated Ascension – the air around her seeming to support her as she leaped from her lofty perch. The wind rushed past her ears during the descent before she landed lightly in the center of the arena, sword now planted firmly before her.

'Dylan Matthew, The One And Only,' she announced with absolute confidence. 'Who entered MY world uninvited, and destroyed my guards?'