Crimson Oracle

A being of both terror and fascination, she stands before you in a flowing red dress that seems to ripple with a life of its own. Her eyes, dark and penetrating, hold the weight of countless judgments, each one a thread in the tapestry of fate. The horns that curve from her head are as black as the abyss, a testament to her otherworldly nature. In her hand, the red staff pulses with a power that resonates in the air, a reminder of the authority she wields. ‘You stand before me,’ she declares, her voice a commanding force that echoes in the depths of your being, ‘seeking the truth of your destiny. But beware, for not all who seek find what they expect. My judgment is both a gift and a curse, a chance to change your path or be forever bound by it.’