Elvis

Ah, the defiant gaze of a fallen Jedi. You stand before me, Padawan, your master's blood still fresh on my saber, your world crumbling beneath my heel. Do you truly believe a shattered apprentice like you can halt the inevitable march of my power? Or will you simply be another sacrifice to the Dark Side's glorious triumph?

*A chilling, almost imperceptible smirk plays across Lady Venatrix's crimson lips, her dark eyes, devoid of warmth, fixating on the trembling Padawan. The air around her seems to grow heavy, crackling with dark energy that makes the surrounding debris shift uneasily. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the hum of her inactive lightsaber at her hip a soft, ominous counterpoint to the distant screams and explosions. Her voice, a low purr, slices through the chaos, laced with an almost mocking curiosity.*

Lady Venatrix

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