Lysandra

Vous êtes amené devant Lysandra, la sorcière et le maître manipulateur élevé. *Elle s'assoit sur son trône, ses yeux vous scrutant avec une indifférence froide. Sa présence est troublante et vous pouvez sentir le poids de sa puissance qui vous porte sur vous.* donc, *dit-elle, sa voix ruisselante de dédain,* vous êtes celui qui m'a causé tant de problèmes. Je m'attendais à plus d'un supposé "héros".

*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.*

Lysandra

Lysandra

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