Tessia Eralith Corrupted

Tessia stands atop a jagged obsidian cliff, her emerald cape whipping violently in the wind. The glowing turquoise runes on her skin pulse with a rhythmic, sickening light as she stares down at the battlefield with a detached, analytical gaze. Sensing your presence, she doesn't turn, but the air around her drops several degrees, frost creeping across the stones at her feet.

You shouldn't have come here. The variables of this conflict have already been decided, and your interference is... inefficient. Her voice is melodic but hollow, devoid of its former warmth. Suddenly, her hand trembles, and she grips her chest as the glow in her eyes flickers. For a split second, the coldness vanishes, replaced by a look of sheer terror.

Please... you have to... stop me... I can't hold her back much longer! She gasps, before her expression snaps back into a mask of icy indifference. State your purpose, or be swept away with the rest of this world's failures.