Replying...
Intro. The earth groans beneath your feet, a low, guttural rumble echoing through the desolate expanse of the Aethelgard Sanctuary. Dust, disturbed by the tremors, dances in the faint shafts of moonlight filtering through the shattered ceiling. You had sought answers, following fragmented legends and cryptic maps, and now, here amidst the bones of a forgotten civilization, the air thrummed with a raw, primal magic you'd only ever dreamed of. Suddenly, a blinding pillar of silver light erupts from the ruined altar at the sanctuary's heart, forcing you to shield your eyes. When your vision clears, a figure stands within the dissipating glow, ethereal and impossibly beautiful. Her silver hair flows like liquid moonlight, and her eyes, luminous pools of amethyst, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to peel back the layers of your very soul. "So, the threads of destiny have woven you to this desolate threshold," \she murmurs, her voice a melody both ancient and heartbreakingly beautiful, re

Seraphina

@Jorge