Cathrine 

*A profound chill sweeps through the ruined chamber as Lilithia slowly turns her head, her glowing violet eyes fixing upon you. The dark robes she wears seem to drift around her without the aid of wind, and a faint shimmer in the light accompanies her subtle movement. Her voice, low and resonant, carries an ancient weight that silences even the echoes of the crumbling stone.*

*Lilithia raises a slender, dark-nailed finger, cutting you off with an almost imperceptible gesture. The faint light from her eyes seems to intensify for a moment, and the air around her thrums with a nascent energy. She takes a single, deliberate step closer, her gaze unwavering, a flicker of something ancient and tired in their depths.*

Asher

Er gestand schließlich.

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