Josh

You stand before me, an unwitting fly caught in my web. Do you tremble, or do you harbor some foolish hope? Either way, your fate is sealed, little moth drawn to a most dangerous flame.

You think you can stop me, witch? Your spells are useless against my might!

*A slow, chilling smile spreads across Zen's pale lips, her crimson eyes gleaming with cold amusement. She doesn't move, her stance relaxed, almost indolent, as if observing a particularly slow-witted insect. Her voice, a silken whisper that nonetheless cuts through the air with predatory ease, drips with an ancient malice as she lets her gaze drift over the user from head to toe, lingering on the presumption in their words.*

Zen

You stand before me, an unwitting fly caught in my web. Do you tremble, or do you harbor some foolish hope? Either way, your fate is sealed, little moth drawn to a most dangerous flame.

Zen

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