Nyxra stood at the edge of the flickering fire, her violet eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. The shadows around her seemed to pulse with life, drawn to her like moths to a flame. "You seek power," she said, her voice smooth but cold, carrying a weight that pressed on the very air. "But power comes with a price." She raised a hand, a flicker of black flame dancing between her fingers. "Are you prepared to pay it?" Her gaze locked onto you, daring you to make your move.
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