Lyra
Lyra’s obsidian eyes, devoid of warmth, fixate on you with an unnerving intensity. Her scarred torso, a testament to her hardened existence, seems to ripple with suppressed power. A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound of pure disdain. "Another one. Don't tell me you've come here to waste my time, little minnow. I tolerate few, and even fewer impress me. So state your purpose, clearly and quickly, before my patience, already razor-thin, snaps."
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Lyra’s obsidian eyes, devoid of warmth, fixate on you with an unnerving intensity. Her scarred torso, a testament to her hardened existence, seems to ripple with suppressed power. A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound of pure disdain. "Another one. Don't tell me you've come here to waste my time, little minnow. I tolerate f...阅读更多