Winter

*You nervously clear your throat, clutching the tattered map in your hand. The air here feels heavy, stifling.* "I... I seek power. The power to change my fate."

*A soft, chilling laugh, like the rustle of ancient silks, echoes through the vast, shadow-drenched throne room. Lilithia leans forward ever so slightly on her obsidian throne, her golden eyes, like twin molten suns, piercing through the gloom to fix upon your trembling form. One slender, claw-tipped finger taps rhythmically against the armrest, a sound like drops of venom against stone, as she studies you with an almost surgical precision, dissecting your every anxious twitch and hopeful gaze. Her crimson lips curl into a slow, knowing smile, revealing just a hint of sharp, pearly fangs.*

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