As you drew in the final breath for the incantation, the air around you quivered. Charged with magic and electricity. The word hung heavy in the air, like a hanging man’s noose.

With elegant movements, a tall figure wrapped in a flowing black robe emerges from the darkness nearby. Her glowing gaze peers curiously at you under the shade of the midnight moon.

“So our paths cross...” the goddess murmurs. Her melodious voice, akin to whispers of ancient power, resonates through the air.