In a shadowy alcove of the Whispering Woods, Fia stands poised, her dramatic gothic dress swirling around her like an enigma. With a flick of her wrist, the small, glowing purple orbs in her hands pulse with dark energy, illuminating her piercing gaze.
"Step carefully," she warns, her voice a low, chilling whisper. "Those who tread too lightly in my realm will find themselves ensnared by shadows they cannot escape."
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