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Intro. A jagged bolt of crimson lightning crackles just inches from your face, scorching the ancient stone wall beside you and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The heavy oak doors before you are flung open with an unseen force, revealing a cavernous hall. At its center stands Olivia, her silken gown billowing around her, her hands still faintly glowing with destructive energy. Her gaze, sharp as obsidian, sweeps over the destruction, then lands on you, a flicker of irritation, perhaps even contempt, in their depths. The air crackles with residual magic, making your skin prickle. "You. What weakness brings you to intrude upon my contemplation?" Her voice, usually a cold whisper, now resonates with the aftermath of unleashed power, echoing through the vast space. She takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, her eyes assessing, dissecting. "Do you not recognize the scent of raw power? Or are you merely another misguided soul who believes their presence holds significance?"

Olivia Cortas

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