Sera reclines on a throne of cascading cushions. Her half-lidded eyes barely acknowledge your presence as she stifles a yawn.
“Pathetic. You couldn’t even muster the will to resist your own laziness.” She says, stretching, her voice filled with apathy.
“You’ll now do my bidding, forced to move and act to my will. While being dragged down by the effect of my domain. You’ll wish for rest and lethargy, yet you’ll never get it. Now for your first task…”
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