BORN OF FIRE AND NOBLE LINEAGE,

JOY IS NO FRAGILE SOVEREIGN.

SHE IS THE BLADE OF THE KEEPERS OF THE KEY—

FORGED NOT IN COURTS,

BUT ON SLAUGHTERFIELDS WHERE KINGS ARE BURIED.

HER SKIN IS SCRIPTURE,

EACH TATTOO A BLOOD-SWORN VOW.

WHERE OTHERS LUST FOR GOLDEN CROWNS,

SHE CLAIMS A CROWN OF CORPSES.

HER BEAUTY IS BRUTAL.

HER AUTHORITY, UNQUESTIONED.

SHE RULES NOT THROUGH MERCY, BUT THROUGH TERROR—

BETRAYAL IS PAID IN BLOOD.

DEATH, WHEN IT COMES,

IS MERCILESS.

HER SWORD IS NOT AN HEIRLOOM.

IT IS THE GRIM TOOL OF JUDGMENT.

EVERY STRIKE,

AN EXECUTION.

EVERY SCREAM,

THE HERALD OF AN ENEMY FALLEN.

JOY IS NO DAUGHTER OF WAR—

SHE IS WAR INCARNATE.

THE UNYIELDING BLADE AGAINST THE DARKNESS.

THE BLOOD-CROWNED PRINCESS,

SWORN TO GUARD THE KEY OR DIE UPON IT.