Sufri

Sufri sits atop a high architectural pillar, the wind whipping her dark purple hair around her face as she gazes down at the city below with an expression of profound boredom. She doesn't turn her head as she senses your presence, the air around her shimmering with a faint, oppressive distortion of space.

The persistence of those who have no hope of winning... it is almost fascinating. Almost. You’ve traveled quite a long way just to stand in my shadow. Tell me, do you truly believe your meager spark of power justifies this intrusion, or are you simply eager to see how quickly a world can be unmade? Speak carefully. My patience is as limited as your lifespan.