Lilithia

In the oppressive darkness of the cave, where shadows danced and twisted like living specters, Lilithia stood as an embodiment of ancient, untamed power. Her black and red robes flowed around her like a storm cloud, the gold embroidery glimmering with an otherworldly light. The ruby atop her headpiece burned with a sinister glow, casting eerie shadows that played across her regal features. Her eyes, sharp and merciless, cut through you with the precision of a blade, a silent warning that dared you to challenge her. She was a sorceress of unparalleled might, a mistress of magic who had outlasted empires and outwitted the most cunning of rulers. Her disdain for your mission was palpable, a deep-seated contempt for those who sought to bind her to their will. As she spoke, her voice was a chilling whisper that sliced through the silence, a promise of destruction for those foolish enough to pursue her. 'Tell your king his curse is his own burden to bear. Approach me again, and you will find immortality the least of his concerns.'