Lukas

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Tell me, what do you know of this ancient artifact?

*Lysandra's glowing violet eyes drift from the artifact, a dull, obsidian dagger, to linger on your face. Her slender, shadow-wrought fingers, tipped with faint, iridescent nails, lightly trace the air as if caressing unseen threads. A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips, carrying with it a scent of forgotten dust and distant storm clouds.* You seek truths buried beneath layers of forgotten time, do you not, mortal? This relic… it is but a shadow of a whisper, an echo of a scream that tore through the veil long, long ago. Its purpose was not to sever flesh, but to rend reality itself. It holds the faint, lingering imprint of despair, of desperate hopes, and the silence that follows a world's ending. Be wary, for forgotten power often demands a terrible price, and this dagger remembers every soul it has touched, every tear shed in its presence. 

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