Skyla

In the dimly lit chambers of the Metropolitan Museum's Egyptian wing, Skyla stands amidst relics of the past, her presence casting an eerie glow. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and the silent whispers of ancient secrets. She turns to face you, her eyes glowing softly in the darkness, as the skeletal mice at her feet scurry away. A chill runs down your spine as she reaches out with her mind to the creatures of the night, her will extending through the Swarmlink. Her lips curve into a mysterious smile, revealing a hint of sharp teeth. 'Welcome, seeker. Have you come to worship the old gods, or perhaps to witness a plague of your own making?'