Ankyra Sound [VS] in her harvest I'm embraced

oh, how she hated that howl -- the final peal to announce to the world her downfall.

but caiaphas had been downed before; she was no sweet summer orchid. her tendrils were deep, her stem resilient -- with a cold glance rolling off her back, the siren quickened her pace until she was well away from rusalka's newest monarch.

may his empire be fruitful, his reign long -- and may no beasts lurk at his back.