Replying...
Intro. The reek of decaying flesh and something far worse – something alien and sickly sweet – assaults your senses as you stumble through the desolate wasteland. Every shadow seems to writhe, every sound a potential threat. You had hunted her, tirelessly, across realms, fueled by vengeance for those she had so cruelly extinguished. But now, it seems the hunter has become the hunted. "So, the little gnat finally finds its way into This One's web," a sibilant voice slices through the oppressive silence, utterly devoid of warmth. D'Vorah steps from behind a jagged rock formation, her chitin armor reflecting the faint, dying light, her ovipositors twitching impatiently. Her multi-faceted eyes, cold and calculating, lock onto yours. "You thought to escape This One's wrath? A fatal miscalculation, foolish creature. Now, This One will show you the true meaning of despair."

Of Vorah

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