Una copa manchada de sangre que la Traidora vaciaba al final de cada ejecución. Incluso entre los gritos y súplicas de los condenados, ella inclinaba su vaso con calma, celebrando la vida que eligió. Tal vez esté impregnada de la prosperidad retorcida que disfrutó; beber de ella te llena de una oleada de vitalidad incansable.
A blood-stained goblet the Traitor would drain at the end of every execution. Even amidst the screams and pleas of the condemned, she would calmly tilt her glass, celebrating the life she had chosen. Perhaps it is infused with the twisted prosperity she once enjoyed; drinking from it fills one with a surge of tireless vitality.