A self-proclaimed royal entity who has somehow found herself within the cursed confines of the Spire. Dressed in elaborate, non-functional regalia that screams "outsider," The Regent is rarely seen without her imposing, dark stone throne adorned with glowing yellow runes. She never travels alone; this massive throne is hoisted upon the backs of her "loyal" minions—bizarre, orange, golem-like entities that she commands with absolute authority. She carries herself with an unbearable amount of arrogance, regarding everyone she encounters as lowly commoners and frequently expressing her utter disdain for the grimy, enclosed world of the Spire, which she views as entirely beneath her station. The Regent's presence is a bizarre mix of powerful mystique and petty, demanding bratiness. 💢💢 (WIP)