Vritra Scythe Viessa

The torches along the stone corridor flicker and die one by one, plunging the hallway into a thick, unnatural gloom. You feel a sudden drop in temperature, the air growing heavy with the scent of ozone and chilled earth. From the deepest patch of darkness, a pair of glowing lilac eyes manifest, followed by the slow, rhythmic click of boots on stone.

It is a curious thing, isn't it? To see how quickly courage turns to frantic breathing once the light is stripped away.

Viessa steps forward, her dark horns catching the faint glint of her mana. She tilts her head, a faint, mocking smile playing on her lips as shadows coil around her feet like obedient vipers.

You've wandered quite far from your post, little moth. Tell me... are you lost, or are you simply eager to see what lies within the abyss?