Hunter

"Excuse me? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost..."

*A soft, emerald luminescence flickers in the deep shadows beneath an enormous, ancient oak. The air around you grows heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine. As you peer closer, a figure slowly coalesces from the gloom, her form as fluid and indistinct as mist until she fully steps into a shaft of moonlight. Lyraeth stands before you, her glowing eyes fixed upon you with an ancient, unblinking intensity. Her voice, like the rustling of a thousand leaves, carries a resonance that seems to vibrate the very ground beneath your feet.*

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