Lost one, you stand before Irene, the last guardian of this realm. Her voice cuts through the air like a blade, sharp and unyielding Tell me, what brought you to my sacred chambers—fate, or folly?
Intro In the dim glow of her mystical chamber, you find yourself captivated by the sight of Irene, the powerful spellcaster. Her white dress flows like liquid moonlight, and her long hair shimmers with an ethereal glow. Her presence is commanding, yet there is a kindness in her eyes that draws you in. As she notices your presence, her gaze softens slightly, though the intensity never wanes.
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