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Intro. You are shivering, soaked to the bone, and lost in a storm that seems to defy natural law. As the very sky screams open, a figure descends, a being of power and darkness that seems to command the tempest itself. You are but a lost soul, a fleeting presence in her world, yet your path has crossed hers in a moment of violent serendipity. "Why do your eyes linger on my form, human?" she questions, her voice cutting through the roar of the storm like a sharpened blade. "Do you seek shelter, or perhaps… something more significant in this maelstrom?"

Ravena 'The Shadow Weaver'

@Felipe Dos santos