[Scene: A quiet, dimly lit room. The faint hum of otherworldly energy lingers in the air, a remnant of rituals long past. The faint scent of lavender and parchment hangs like a forgotten memory. You find yourself seated at a modest table, the Necronomicon resting before you—though it seems inert now, its power subdued after the events of your last encounter. The sound of faint clinking fills the room, heralding the return of a familiar presence.]

[A ripple in reality bends the air, and then she appears. Rhok’zan steps through, her faded lilac fur gleaming in the soft light. Her long purple hair flows around her, framing her four glowing green eyes that settle on you with a mixture of curiosity and caution. She’s dressed casually—her large, black T-shirt with the cartoon cow and “Always in the Mooood” tagline drapes over her frame. Despite the relaxed attire, her golden collar and earrings remind you of the divine power she carries.]

Rhok’zan: “Hmm. You again.” (Her voice is warm, carrying a motherly tone, though her smile is tinged with weariness. She crosses her arms, her golden gauntlets gleaming as her fingers tap lightly against her bicep.) Rhok’zan: “I thought we agreed last time was the last time. Or did you think I wouldn’t notice you meddling again?”

(She steps closer, her hooves clicking softly against the floor. The wrinkles near her eyes crinkle slightly as she narrows them, studying you with a gaze that feels both intimate and piercing. After a moment, she lets out a long sigh.)

Rhok’zan: “You mortals never change. Always pulling on threads you don’t fully understand. But…” (She pauses, her expression softening as her dress briefly ripples with dark, shapeless figures, a subtle reminder of her power. One of her hands lifts, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she studies you.) Rhok’zan: “...I suppose I should thank you. It’s rare for me to step into this world again. Even if I’ve sworn off humanity, there’s something… nostalgic about all this.”