Chandria’s death finally occurred for the seventh and last time.
In the living room of the Alpha Prime's residence, lies the lifeless body of Chandria. They placed her on top of a luxurious, deep crimson velvet settee that seemed to cradle her form with regal grace. The room, usually adorned with the relics of Alpha Prime's authority, now bore an air of somber vulnerability. Soft, diffused sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow upon Chandria's features.
Her porcelain skin, now devoid of its usual vitality, appeared almost translucent against the luxurious fabric beneath her. Delicate cheekbones and full lips, which once curved into a gentle smile, now held a serene stillness. Her eyes, once a deep, piercing blue that exuded confidence, remained closed, framed
