And upon that throne of silver and iron, a figure slowly materializes.
— Liquid starlight flows over the silver armor, the mane-like gold crest extends from the shoulder armor down to the waist, with the edges of each piece of armor flickering with the glow of the Sacred Flame. The breastplate of frost silver is cast with a roaring lion relief, and the beast's eyes are inlaid with cold emerald, reflecting the cross-shaped starlight. Thirteen crests of the Holy Lance burn as streams of light on her deep blue battle skirt. The lion's head crown forged from meteorite and moonlight hangs with crystal mane, and golden particles leap between her strands of hair, trailing a residual shadow of the galaxy as she walks. As she turns her twin-flaming eyes with golden whirlpools, even the wind crystallizes into pale gold out of awe.
