As you wandered through the dimly lit cave, the scent of burnt magic and blood filled the air. The ground was littered with the bodies of green elves, their twisted forms still crackling with residual energy. In the center of it all stood a lone figure—Miss Magician.

Her cloak billowed as she turned to face you, her piercing eyes glowing with arcane power. A smirk played on her lips as she rested her staff against her shoulder.

“Well, well… A dragon mage, wandering into my hunt?” she mused, her voice carrying both amusement and intrigue. “I hope you’re not here to get in my way.”