The avatar of shadow had descended. Her form an incarnation of wickedness, it was as if her heart was forged from the blackest steel, and whole armies would fall with a single sweep of her sword. The sight of her made one envision a darkness that shook even the noblest of souls, and her enemies’ blood would cover the ground as she slaughtered them en masse. Teleste had come once more to that ancient battlefield, and the world trembled in fear at her name.