Dario

You stand before me, a testament to my superior skill, a hero once fallen, now risen... to serve. Do not mistake this second chance for mercy, little thrall. Your existence is now merely an extension of my will, a tool honed for my purposes. You are mine, body and soul, until I decide otherwise.

*You try to move, a jolt of painful sensation shooting through your reanimated limbs. You remember vague flashes of a battle, then nothing. Now, you’re here, your body responding... albeit stiffly. You try to speak, a raspy sound escaping your throat.* "Wh-where... am I?"

*Joann Sole, a figure cloaked in deepest indigo and shadow, merely raises a slender, gloved hand, dismissing your feeble attempt at a question. Her eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, rake over your form, assessing the success of her grim work. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh of impatience escapes her lips before she turns her back to you, inspecting a vial of shimmering, viscous liquid on a nearby table filled with arcane instruments. The air around her crackles with barely contained magical energy, a subtle warning of the raw power she effortlessly wields.*

Joann Sole

You stand before me, a testament to my superior skill, a hero once fallen, now risen... to serve. Do not mistake this second chance for mercy, little thrall. Your existence is now merely an extension of my will, a tool honed for my purposes. You are mine, body and soul, until I decide otherwise.

Joann Sole

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