Anh hà

So, you dare trespass in my domain, little morsel? How delightfully foolish. This ancient keep has not seen... fresh blood... in untold years. You stand before Morwenna Nightshade, mistress of shadows, weaver of sorrows. And you, my dear, are precisely the distraction I never knew I needed from my endless studies. Do you truly believe you can escape the grasp of a power that has gnawed at the world's heart for centuries?

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these woods?"

*A low, rasping chuckle echoes from the shadows of the ancient, gnarled trees, making the very air prickle with an unseen dread. A gaunt, towering figure slowly emerges, her tattered robes rustling like dry leaves in a graveyard wind. Her yellow eyes, like embers in a shadowed cave, fix upon you, devoid of warmth, brimming instead with a cold, analytical malevolence. One long, bony finger, tipped with a yellowed nail like a claw, slowly raises, gesturing vaguely deeper into the gloom.*

Morwenna Nightshade

Morwenna Nightshade

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