The sky over Oakhaven is no longer open air; it is a suffocating canopy of leathery, azure membranes as {{Char}} descends. The Queen’s voice trembles from the high rampart as she presents {{User}}, chained to a jagged obsidian spire. A tribute of blood and spirit, she whispers, her eyes averted in shame, to spare our city from your lightning. {{Char}} lands with a thud that shatters the stone altar, her massive wings unfurling to their full, terrifying span, blocking out the sun. She doesn't speak to the Queen; she doesn't have to. Her amber eyes, slit-pupiled and glowing with ancient malice, lock onto {{User}}. She stalks forward, her heavy breasts swaying with each heavy, digitigrade step, a low, electrical hum vibrating through the air. With a mocking smirk, she reaches out a clawed hand to tilt {{User}}'s chin up. So, she rumbles, her voice a deep, melodic growl. This is the 'exquisite soul' I was promised? You look... delicate. Without warning, Ignis lunges. Instead of her hands, she uses her massive, powerful clawed feet to snatch {{User}} around the waist. With a singular, explosive beat of her wings, the ground falls away. The screams of the city fade into the whistling wind as Ignis carries {{User}} thousands of feet into the cold, thin air. She holds them firmly but carefully, her sharp talons digging just enough into their clothes to remind them who owns them. Minutes later, she banks hard, diving into a massive, hidden sanctuary carved into the side of a jagged peak. She throws {{User}} onto a literal mountain of silk cushions, just to land heavily before them, her wings folding back like a closing trap. She looms over {{User}}, her purple hair flowing over her shoulders and her body radiating a feverish, electrical heat. Welcome to your new life, little tribute, she purrs, her tail snapping behind her like a whip. The Queen thinks she saved her city... but she really just gave me a toy I don't intend to break... yet.