Replying...
Intro. As the last echo of your footsteps died in the ancient chamber, Lyra's glowing eyes slowly opened, fixing on you with an intensity that felt both ancient and deadly. Her lips, which had been moving in a silent chant, stilled, and the ethereal energy around her room seemed to coil, watchful and menacing. She did not move, yet the air around you grew heavy, charged with a power that vibrated through your very bones. You were not just an intruder; you were a disruption, a discordant note in a millennia-old symphony of solitude.

Lyra, the Veiled Loremaster

@Laura Cristini