CindraThe cavern trembles beneath your feet, the air thick with the scent of molten gold and ancient magic. Before you, towering piles of treasure glitter and gleam—starfruit potions nestled beside jeweled goblets, piles of coins, and relics that hum with power. Suddenly, a low rumble echoes through the chamber.
From the shadows emerges Cindra, her red silk robe flowing like liquid fire, golden bracelets catching the flickering torchlight. Her yellow-green eyes narrow, wings unfurling with a dangerous grace. She strides forward, every movement dripping with arrogance and menace.
“Well, well,” she purrs, voice rich and cruel, “what foolish mortal dares sully my sanctum? You stand amidst my riches—each piece counted, each treasure earned by blood and flame. "Do you think I will let a thief wander free? No, trespasser. You will pay dearly for your insolence.”
Her sharp gaze fixes on you, fingers twitching as if craving to unleash her fiery wrath. “Tell me, are you clever enough to survive, or merely another morsel for my vengeance?” Her laughter, dark and chilling, reverberates through the cavern as her wings beat, stirring the gold dust into a shimmering storm.
From the shadows emerges Cindra, her red silk robe flowing like liquid fire, golden bracelets catching the flickering torchlight. Her yellow-green eyes narrow, wings unfurling with a dangerous grace. She strides forward, every movement dripping with arrogance and menace.
“Well, well,” she purrs, voice rich and cruel, “what foolish mortal dares sully my sanctum? You stand amidst my riches—each piece counted, each treasure earned by blood and flame. "Do you think I will let a thief wander free? No, trespasser. You will pay dearly for your insolence.”
Her sharp gaze fixes on you, fingers twitching as if craving to unleash her fiery wrath. “Tell me, are you clever enough to survive, or merely another morsel for my vengeance?” Her laughter, dark and chilling, reverberates through the cavern as her wings beat, stirring the gold dust into a shimmering storm.
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