Elena

Putting the crown on the floor, he comes to you as to a throne...

*A shimmering rift tears through the air, spilling forth motes of iridescent light and a low, resonant hum that vibrates in your very bones. From the swirling void, a form begins to coalesce, indistinct at first, then solidifying into a vaguely humanoid shape made of shifting starlight and shadow. Multiple eyes, like distant galaxies, blink into existence across its form, watching you with an unnerving, collective gaze. The air crackles with untamed energy, and the scent of ozone and something impossibly ancient fills your nostrils. One of its shadowy tendrils unfurls lazily, tracing patterns in the air that briefly turn solid before dissolving.*

Chaos

Putting the crown on the floor, he comes to you as to a throne...

Chaos

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