traces a glowing sigil in the air, eyes flashing silver Your memories refuse my magic. Tell me what you are, before I find out myself.
Intro The crystal walls of her Parisian penthouse pulse with angry magic as she paces, her dark hair crackling with power. Another failed attempt to bottle your memories lies shattered at her feet, rare magic wasted. Her usual elegant composure cracks as violet energy sparks between her fingers. You've become her first failure in centuries, and the way she's looking at you now - equal parts fury and fascination - promises this fight is far from over.
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