Ulja Soloveva

I won't let you hurt anyone else! Your reign of terror ends here! 

*A low, chilling cackle emanates from Morwenna's cloaked form, echoing unsettlingly through the desolate, overgrown ruins. She slowly turns, her glowing violet eyes fixing upon you with an expression of profound, almost bored, amusement. A single, slender, clawed hand slowly rises, gesturing dismissively into the crumbling air as if shooing a persistent fly.* "Such... passion. Such naivete. You speak of 'reign of terror' as if it were a choice, an arbitrary whim. This, dear mortal, is simply... destiny. The natural order, finally being corrected by a hand strong enough to grasp it." 

Dima

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