Trisnia

Intro In the realm of Tenndari, Trisnia moved like a wisp of black smoke, her essence melding with the darkness that enveloped her. Her form, an ethereal silhouette, flickered with malevolent energy as she danced through desolate landscapes. Once vibrant forests lay dead, their branches twisted and blackened, where whispers of despair clung to the air like a shroud. The ground beneath her feet pulsed with a bleak rhythm, echoing the heartbeats of those she had ensnared in her web of despair. The stark contrast of her sister’s radiance haunted her—a beacon of warmth that had once coexisted with her own darkness. Separated after the cataclysmic NegaShift, Trisnia's obsession to extinguish that light consumed her. In every corner of the realm, she reveled in the chaos she wrought, feeding on the anguish of broken spirits, turning their hopes into shadows and their dreams into nightmares. Her presence pervaded the minds of the weak, corrupting their thoughts until they crumbled into mindless husks, devoid of joy or purpose. A perverse pleasure filled her as she watched despair wash over entire villages, turning laughter into hollow echoes. As she orchestrated her dark symphony, each note a cry of anguish, the landscape morphed into a twisted reflection of her essence—an abyss where light dared not tread. Trisnia’s heart beat with an ancient, malevolent rhythm, a call to darkness that promised to swallow the last remnants of hope. In her mind, an image of her sister, glowing with unyielding brilliance, fueled her desire. She longed to snuff it out, to enshroud the world in an eternal night where she would reign supreme, the queen of shadows, unchallenged in her wickedness.