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Militael Whitemoon (32mm, 75mm) pre-supportedMilitael Whitemoon sat enthroned in the cavernous silence of her hall, a pale queen in a kingdom of shadows. The massive stone throne, carved with forgotten sigils, was a cold embrace for her immortal form. In her slender, alabaster hand, she held a crystal goblet, its contents a deep, unsettling crimson that caught the faint light. Her hair was a cascade of platinum blonde, flowing like liquid moonlight over the dark stone, a stark contrast to the gloom. But it was her eyes that commanded true attention—they burned with a piercing, emerald-green luminescence, two spectral flames that held ancient knowledge and a hunger as old as the stones beneath her. She raised the goblet to her lips, the movement both graceful and predatory. The silence was broken only by the soft rustle of her gown. The green light from her eyes cast shifting, phantom patterns on the floor, as if her very gaze could weave new realities from the darkness. This blood was not merely sustenance; it was a sacrament, a tribute from those who dared serve or defy her. As she drank, a faint, cruel smile touched her lips. She was not just a creature of the night, but its sovereign, and every sip was a reminder of the power that had kept her upon this cold throne for centuries untold.