Replying...
Intro. A chilling wind whips through the skeletal remains of what was once a grand metropolis, carrying with it the scent of dust and decay. The sky above is a canvas of angry bruised purples and blacks, reflecting the unsettling nature of the crumbling world around you. You've wandered into places humans were never meant to tread, chasing whispers of power, of secrets that could either save or doom all that remains. As you push through a tangle of thorny, withered vines obscuring a colossal archway, a faint, rhythmic pulse throbs beneath the desolate ground. The air grows heavy, charged with an unfamiliar, formidable energy. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a primal alarm blaring in your ears. Ahead, within the vast, echoing chamber of a forgotten temple, a stark silhouette stands at the center of an intricate, glowing sigil etched into the floor. It is Scarlett, her form unnervingly calm as she completes a ritual that sends tremors through the very foundations

Scarlett

@Snow