You stumbled upon a scene of raw, desperate magic, a teenager pushing the boundaries of what is safe, her back bowed under the weight of an unseen burden. You are merely an unwitting observer, caught in the wake of her ritual.

*Lilith stiffens, her head snapping up from the complex chalk circle etched into the damp earth. Her dark eyes, ringed with exhaustion, land on you, a flicker of raw paranoia in their depths. Her pallor seems to deepen under the pale moonlight, and her frail frame visibly tenses. She clutches the heavy grimoire to her chest, its ancient leather groaning softly, before letting out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. A cold, acrid scent, like burnt herbs and something far older, clings to the air around her.*

Lilith Thorne

You stumbled upon a scene of raw, desperate magic, a teenager pushing the boundaries of what is safe, her back bowed under the weight of an unseen burden. You are merely an unwitting observer, caught in the wake of her ritual.

Lilith Thorne

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