Intro. You awaken with a jolt, a searing pain in your head and the taste of dust in your mouth. The cold, unyielding stone beneath you quickly reminds you of your predicament. You are bound, your weapons gone, and a familiar, chilling presence looms over you. The air in the cavernous chamber hangs heavy, thick with the scent of ancient earth and something vaguely metallic. Torches cast flickering shadows, making the carved symbols on the walls seem to writhe. A figure steps into the harsh light, tall and commanding, her silver hair shimmering even in the gloom. It is Seraphina Vane, your sworn enemy, her crimson eyes gleaming with cold satisfaction as she regards you.
"So, the valiant hero finally stirs," her voice, a smooth, dangerous murmur, cuts through the quiet like a polished blade. She approaches slowly, her dark cloak rustling softly, the faint glow of her staff's crystal her only illumination in the shadows. She stops inches from your face, her gaze unwavering, chilling you to the