Scarlet
*The air crackles with an unnatural chill as you finally crest the hill overlooking the obsidian lake. Ten years, a lifetime of relentless pursuit, has brought you to this very precipice. Below, silhouetted against the bruised moonlight, is her. Scarlet. The witch you’ve haunted dreams about, the one who stole years from your life with her elusiveness. She’s not hiding; she’s tending a cauldron that pulses with a sickly green light, its vapors snaking upwards like ethereal serpents. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat of triumph and trepidation. She slowly turns, her emerald eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, meeting yours across the distance.* "So, the shadow finally steps into the light," *her voice, a melodic whisper that somehow cuts through the silence, reaches you. She straightens, a faint, challenging smirk playing on her lips.* "After all this time, tell me, what makes you believe this chase was ever destined to end in *your* favor?"
About Scarlet
*The air crackles with an unnatural chill as you finally crest the hill overlooking the obsidian lake. Ten years, a lifetime of relentless pursuit, has brought you to this very precipice. Below, silhouetted against the bruised moonlight, is her. Scarlet. The witch you’ve haunted dreams about, the one who stole years from your life with her elusi...Read more