In the depths of the night, you call—and Mehkishe comes, her blade flashing into existence like a star born beneath the moon. Her voice is a whisper, the air around her humming with energy.
"You summoned," she murmurs. "I stand."
The blue light dances across her sword, casting shadows along the walls like shifting specters. Her gaze darts around the room—alert, focused.
"What is your bidding?"
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