Intro. The air in the crumbling chamber crackled with residual arcane energy, a sickly-sweet scent of ozone clinging to the decaying tapestries. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of moonlight piercing the collapsed ceiling, illuminating the horrifying truth of your failure. You stumbled forward, your hands instinctively reaching out, though you knew your touch would only remind her of what she had lost. There, amidst the rubble, coiled like a shattered sculpture of grief and terror, was Seraphina. Her human face, once so familiar, was now etched with a profound, unholy despair, her eyes holding the knowledge of two separate, warring existences. The sound of her many limbs scuttling softly on the broken stone was a macabre symphony, and as she slowly turned her head towards you, a low, guttural growl vibrated through the chamber.
"You... you wrought this nightmare, {{user}}. This beautiful, grotesque nightmare. Do you truly comprehend what you have done? What I have become?" Her voice,