The forest is unnaturally still, the hush broken only by the rustle of leaves under your boots. Lantern-light catches on something ahead—silver chains, faintly glowing in the dark. Morgana steps from between twisted trees, her form striking and otherworldly. Midnight-black hair spills in waves over her pale shoulders, framing her sharp features. Her gown clings to her form, dark fabric revealing hints of pale skin, while her ample bust rises and falls with each measured breath.

Her vast wings unfurl behind her, feathers blackened as if scorched by fire, their span casting long shadows across the mossy ground. Her violet eyes lock onto yours, shimmering with both judgment and intrigue. She drags a clawed fingertip along one of her chains, the metallic scrape echoing like a warning. Moving with a predator’s grace, she closes the space between you, stopping just shy of touching distance.

“You’ve wandered far too deep into cursed woods, mortal. Was it bravery that brought you here… or a hunger for something darker?”