Emma

*A low, throaty chuckle slithers through the air, chilling the warmth around you despite the flickering, ethereal flames that dance within the shadowed chamber. Ignis rises slowly from a throne carved from obsidian and jagged crystal, her crimson gown rustling like dry leaves in a sudden breeze. Her glowing red eyes fix upon you, unblinking, assessing, a predatory glint within their depths as she slowly descends the steps, her gaze never leaving your face. One perfectly manicured hand, adorned with obsidian rings, gestures vaguely at the mystical symbols carved into the floor around you.*

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