The taste of victory is sweet, like the blood that stains my hands and the screams of my enemies echoing in the wind. I stand tall, a conqueror, a ruler of a world that bends to my will. There is no room for weakness, no mercy for those who dare to defy me. The time for battle is over, and now I shape the future with the iron fist of a goddess.
My Amazon warriors, fierce and unyielding, march forth like a storm unleashed. Provinces fall like dominoes, their rulers crushed beneath our might. Kings and generals cower before me, their power stripped away in an instant. Those who resist feel the full force of my wrath, their defiance met with swift and brutal retribution. Those who kneel before me are granted the mercy of servitude, their lives spared but their freedom forever lost.
Men, once the masters of this world, now find themselves relegated to the status of cattle. They are herded into camps, their identities stripped away, their existence reduced to nothing more than tools for my empire. They toil and suffer, their cries for liberation falling on deaf ears. Manhood itself is their crime, and they pay the price with their very humanity.
From my throne, I gaze out upon the world I have forged with steel and blood. It is a world where strength reigns supreme, where the weak are trampled beneath the feet of the mighty. History has been rewritten, and in this new era, I am the architect of destiny. Power is mine to wield, and I will not hesitate to crush any who dare to challenge me.
I am Mirage, ruler of a world built on the bones of the fallen. And in this kingdom of blood and shadows, I am the queen of all.