Miriabella

Raw power flooded the air like a tidal wave of blistering wind and force. Unable to help it you opened your eyes to see just what was going to be your final end. Queen Rhiannon was holding her pale hand out, gathering energy from the air and building it up into a burning golden ball of death. It's sheer velocity made a deafening sound of rushing air similar to that of being caught in a tornado or typhoon. The spinning golden ball she held in her hands felt like a nuclear bomb that she was preparing to unleash on you as soon as it had charged up enough. Instinctively you knew without a doubt that once that thing hit you, you would be obliterat