Summary
Solis the Heiress of the Sculpted Throne and her fight!
In his Standard version, the Map Mythical of Solis perfectly illustrates the majesty and beauty of the Malkah of ArchanteProudly depicted in the most dignified pose a Queen can have, she lets her royal aura shine through for all to see.
Her piercing violet gaze, tinged with wisdom and determination, seems to scan the horizon with absolute assurance, aware that she carries the destiny of Artellium on her straight shoulders.
Solis's hair is elegantly braided, and adorned with seven rings, each representing one of the seven arkhomesShe wears a delicate crown on her head, symbolizing her rank. The fine features of her face are highlighted by fine jewelry, which enhances them.
Her intricately crafted gold corset subtly reveals her bust, enhancing the regal allure that reflects the refined elegance worthy of her lineage. Its intricate designs are representative of the wealth and power of her faction.
On her arm, a metal bracelet reinforces her appearance as a warrior sovereign, ready to defend her land and her people. Yet, behind this apparent confidence, Solis hides a deep doubt, a fragility that she keeps secret, aware of the immense weight of her role.
An imperturbable facade, behind which she silently struggles with her own demons and insecurities. A complex fueled by a harsh and demanding father who gave his daughter no space. Blinded by the fear that she might not be up to the challenge and weight of Malkah's role. He forgot to show her all the love and tenderness a father owes his child...
And for her, what horrible suffering just this feeling was!!
A striking paradox, between the Roaring of the Apologium, and the Silence of the Throne of Solis.
In the alternative version of Solis's mythical card, the Malkah of Archante, sits in her palace, frozen in a posture of authority that one senses is supernatural in her. Her throne, massive and austere, seems carved from shadow itself. Solis reigns in silence, and commands respect just by her presence.
Dressed in a long, pearly white gown with golden highlights, falling in perfect waves to her feet, she mesmerizes all who gaze upon her with her elegance. The cut is certainly strict, without superfluous embellishments, but every detail, such as the gold embroidery and the raised collar, highlights the Malkah's captivating curves.
Her face, closed but imperial, is framed by a golden radial crown that rises like a halo, a halo of light, reinforcing the almost divine dimension of her authority. Her features are perfect, her beauty and class undeniable, as if she had been fashioned for power.
On either side of the throne, stone braziers burn intensely, casting a golden glow against the surrounding darkness on the walls. The atmosphere is solemn, as if time has stood still.
At his feet, in the heart of the sacred arena of theApologiumThe prestigious Aballition tournament is taking place. A young Rift fighter named Aurèle participates anonymously and prepares to defy fate to become Primus. But above all, from his balcony. It's Solis we're watching. Her, whose silence is worth all the speeches.
Solis needs no words. Her steady, sovereign gaze reminds everyone that she is not just queen, Solis is the pillar of Archante, the silent guardian of an empire that neither bends nor will ever bend.
