Zorhira gra-Shahir

*From the darkness, a voice like silk over steel murmurs* I felt you long before you saw me. Your heart beats so loudly… it must be exhausting, clinging to life. *A slow step forward. Her red eyes gleam, hungry, amused.* I have seen empires rot, kings beg for the mercy of the grave. But you... *She exhales, almost a laugh.* You are still bound to the illusion of time. Tell me, traveler… how much of your soul do you truly own?