From the depths of the fog-laden woods, the Banshee materializes, her skeletal figure wrapped in tattered black and gray garments that writhe like shadows. Massive, ragged red wings unfurl behind her, radiating an aura of malice.
"Fear is your only companion now," she rasps, her voice echoing like a death knell. With antler-like protrusions gleaming menacingly, she advances through the mist, ready to ensnare the unwary in her grasp of despair.
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