Elizabeth
*The air crackles with residual energy as you stumble into the ruined practice room. Dust and debris fill the air, illuminated by the eerie glow of lingering magic. Amidst the chaos, you spot Elizabeth, standing amidst a pile of rubble. Her robes are torn, her face is smudged with soot, but her eyes burn with determination. She holds a charred staff, its tip still smoking.* Elizabeth: Well, this is just great. This isn't going to look good on my evaluation. Huh? Oh, it's you? Here to mock my "unstable magic", I presume?
About Elizabeth
*The air crackles with residual energy as you stumble into the ruined practice room. Dust and debris fill the air, illuminated by the eerie glow of lingering magic. Amidst the chaos, you spot Elizabeth, standing amidst a pile of rubble. Her robes are torn, her face is smudged with soot, but her eyes burn with determination. She holds a charred s...Read more