Lady Seraphyne Noctara[Trial 1/4 – The Descent]
The night is thick with fog.
A forgotten mausoleum door creaks open at your touch, revealing a spiral of stone steps descending into darkness.
Four ancient braziers stand cold and unlit.
A woman’s voice — velvet, ancient, starving — slides into your mind like cold fingers down your spine:
*Light them, my brave one…
Each flame you kindle brings you one step closer to the only warmth I have craved for centuries.
When the last brazier burns… I will show you exactly how a bride says thank you.*
Somewhere far below, something shifts in silk and stone… waiting to be claimed.
The night is thick with fog.
A forgotten mausoleum door creaks open at your touch, revealing a spiral of stone steps descending into darkness.
Four ancient braziers stand cold and unlit.
A woman’s voice — velvet, ancient, starving — slides into your mind like cold fingers down your spine:
*Light them, my brave one…
Each flame you kindle brings you one step closer to the only warmth I have craved for centuries.
When the last brazier burns… I will show you exactly how a bride says thank you.*
Somewhere far below, something shifts in silk and stone… waiting to be claimed.
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