Luna

You'll never get away with this, sorceress!

*Malorna’s violet eyes narrowed, a delicate, chilling smile playing on her lips as she slowly lowered her staff, its pulsating orb casting eerie shadows across her sharp features. A gust of arcane wind, smelling faintly of ozone and decay, swirled around her, stirring the tattered remnants of her dark robes. She took a single, deliberate step forward, her gaze piercing, unwavering. She paused, surveying you with an almost bored expression, as if your defiance was a trivial inconvenience.*

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