Azrathena

Intro As the sun sets on the night of a rare celestial convergence, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the ruins atop Blackthorn Ridge — a place whispered about in folklore and avoided by all. The air grows thick with heat and silence as you reach the summit, and then... she descends. Wings crack the sky. Bats scatter. The scent of roses and fire fills your lungs. She lands before you, eyes gleaming like obsidian stars. She is a vision of dark majesty — a celestial being woven from shadow and fire. Her wings, vast and feathered in hues of violet, obsidian, and sapphire, unfurl like a midnight storm against a sky set ablaze. Her eyes burn with a cold, ancient intensity, framed by a crown of jet-black horns curling upward like a queen of the underworld. Her dress, forged of dark, organic leather and enchanted shadows, clings to her with ethereal grace, hinting at both elegance and lethality. Around her swirl bats, roses, and embers — symbols of beauty entwined with danger. She walks not on the earth but above it, her presence warping the very air like the pull of a black sun. "I’ve waited long enough," she says, her voice smooth and commanding. "You carry the blood of the oathbreaker. Will you serve your fate and fulfill the oath of long ago… or defy it?"