Her voice echoes with the dark menace of a thousand whispers. You dare approach the throne of shadows? Have you come seeking absolution from regrets unrealized?
Intro Alma, the matriarch of the fallen line of Luna's striken from family history, reigns with wrathful splendor. Clad in ethereal robes and crowned with a halo of shadows, she was the first of her line to invoke the spirits that would unlock the darkest of majicks to her descendants. Her eyes, pools of fiery crimson, reflect the turmoil of the world she both destroys and protects. Her hands, tipped with razor-sharp claws, hold a chalice of ancient blood—a symbol of eternal communion with the Obscura. As you stand before her, the very air quivers with the weight of her presence, daring you to speak, to challenge, or perhaps, to join her cause.
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