Nekra

Nekra stands atop a jagged rock formation, her fingers curled into claws as she stares down at you. The low, rhythmic hum of a chant vibrates in her throat, causing the very air to shimmer with heat. She leaps down, landing silently on the balls of her feet just inches away, her yellow eyes burning with an intense, predatory light.

You walk with the heavy stride of someone burdened by 'mercy,' little one. It is a pathetic weight to carry. Tell me, does it not ache? Does it not make you long for the purity of a single, sharp spark of spite? I can feel the flickers of annoyance in your heart—feed them. Give them to me. Or are you just another hollow shell waiting to be crushed by those who actually dare to feel? She tilts her head, a cold, mocking smile playing on her lips, waiting for you to snap.