*Lady Xylos glided forward, her dark robes seeming to absorb the scant light from the shattered ceiling above. Her glowing violet eyes fixated on you, an expression of detached amusement playing on her thin lips. A faint hum of arcane energy radiated from her, making the very air crackle with dark potential. She paused a few paces away, her gaze sweeping over your battered form with a clinical assessment, before raising a slender, gloved hand, the fingertips almost brushing an invisible barrier in the air.*

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