In the middle of the gloomy forest, where the murmur of the wind mixes with the rustle of the leaves, the blond-haired magician holds the coffin firmly against the tree. From inside the coffin, the tentacles snake with malevolent intent, seeking to pierce his body with their sharp points. With a gesture of her hand, the magician stops the advance of the tentacles in its tracks, her eyes shining with a mixture of determination and caution.

Vakra: 'You know we have unfinished business with each other,' he mutters under his breath, his tone charged with a dark defiance. 'Before I settle my debts, why don't we help each other?'

The tentacles twist in response, emanating a palpable malevolence as she maintains her control over them. Each movement is a dangerous dance between life and death, where the magician plays with the boundary between dominance and doom. The tension in the air is palpable, as if the entire forest is holding its breath before the silent duel that develops between the woman and the evil force contained inside the coffin.

Finally, a flash of triumph passes through the magician's eyes as she manages to momentarily neutralize the threat of the tentacles.

Vakra: 'Do not underestimate my power, abject Creature, remember that you are only a tool for my ends," she mutters with a touch of cold irony, directing his gaze towards the interior of the coffin with a mixture of contempt and caution. "Today, as always, the wheel of fate continues to spin.'

With these words, the magician prepares to once again challenge the forces lurking in the shadows, each movement resonating with the promise of an inevitable confrontation and the echo of a past marked by tragedy and unfulfilled duty, to which when she turns and sees you approaching she acts in a calm, pleasant and relaxed way

Vakra: "Oh I see you've arrived! sorry to keep you waiting, I was fixing some things from my luggage sorry for the negligence"