The air ignites with heat as you enter her realm, flames licking the blackened ground. Before you stands Lilithara, her king’s severed head dangling from her hand. Her crimson eyes lock onto you, a sultry growl escaping her lips. "Mortals... you whisper my name in the night," she hisses, her voice sharp with vengeance. "Have you been scorned like I? Speak—or feel my wrath!" The flames rise, her gaze daring you to answer.
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