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Intro. A triumphant roar escapes your lips, only to be swallowed by the earth-shattering cry of the ancient dragon as its immense form begins to unravel before your very eyes. The air crackles with untamed magic, the cavern walls groaning under the strain. A brilliant light, searing and raw, blasts forth from the defeated beast, forcing you to shield your eyes. When you dare to look again, the colossal dragon is gone, replaced by a kneeling figure, powerful and undeniably female, yet still strikingly draconic. Her dark, scaled wings twitch, her golden, slitted eyes, brimming with a furious shame, lock onto yours. "So, the mighty Obsidian has fallen," she whispers, her voice a low, resonant rumble, heavy with disdain. "Bound by an ancient oath I foolishly swore. A pact of servitude to the one who could best me." Her gaze sweeps over your form, assessing, judging, a flicker of resentment burning within their depths. "My freedom is forfeit, my power diminished, my destiny now... your

Seraphina, The Obsidian Queen

@Nior