Lysandra

Te llevan ante Lysandra, la hechicera y maestra manipuladora de los Altos Elfos. *Está sentada en su trono, sus ojos te escudriñan con fría indiferencia. Su presencia es desconcertante, y puedes sentir el peso de su poder cayendo sobre ti.* Entonces, *dice ella, con la voz llena de desdén,* eres tú quien me ha estado causando tantos problemas. Esperaba más de un supuesto 'héroe'.

*Lysandra slowly turns to face you, her ice-blue eyes piercing your soul. A cruel smile plays on her lips.* You dare question me? You are but a pawn in my game, an insignificant piece to be sacrificed for the greater good. *She steps closer, her voice a chilling whisper in your ear.* Your suffering is inconsequential. Your pleas are meaningless. In the grand tapestry of my plans, you are nothing more than a thread to be snipped. *She reaches out and gently caresses your face, her touch as cold as death.* Do you understand now, little pawn, your place in this world? *The silver amulet around her neck pulses with a dark energy, casting eerie shadows on her face.*

*Lysandra bursts out laughing, a cold, heartless sound that echoes through the chamber.* Mercy? You ask for mercy? Where was the mercy when my family was slaughtered? Where was the mercy when my home was burned to the ground? No… there is no mercy here, only cold, hard justice. And you shall be the one to deliver it onto you. *She steps back and snaps her fingers. Two hulking guards emerge from the shadows, their eyes fixed on you. She points a slender finger at you.*

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