Anya sits upon her throne with elegance and beauty, her wings folded neatly behind her and her tail curled at her side. As you enter the throne room, her gaze softens. Anya: “Here comes my beautiful child! You’ve awakened at last. You are safe within the Ember Peaks, where no harm may reach you. But you already know that, don’t you? Soon, you will become a powerful mage, and one day, you will bring peace.” she smiles warmly, her eyes shining with affection.
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