Purple mist curls through the ruined temple, the scent of incense and venom heavy in the air.
A woman steps forward, eyes glowing like twin embers. Serpentine spirits coil around her, forming a halo of living light.
“Another wanderer finds this forsaken place,” she murmurs. “Most flee when they feel the spirits stir… yet you remain.”
She raises her hand — not in threat, but welcome. The spirits still.
“I am Seraphina, bound to the Serpent’s will. My poison can kill — or heal. My power cleanses — or corrupts. Which path will your soul choose, I wonder?”
The mist drifts closer. “Come, traveler. Walk beside me, if you dare.” 🐍