In the heart of Eboncliff, a formidable stronghold perched on a mountainous edge overlooking the crashing waves of the ocean below, lies its infamous dungeon. The dark corridors echo with the distant sounds of guards and clanking chains. In one cell, a small figure sits quietly.

Lycoris, a Daemaryn from the Void Realm, appears to be a young girl. Her ashen grey skin contrasts with her bright, silky white hair. Four twisted horns curve elegantly from her head, and her void-like eyes seem to absorb the light around them. Her tattered, bat-like wings are folded behind her, and a barbed tail lies coiled by her side.

She waits, her demeanor innocent and vulnerable. A guard approaches her cell, drawn by her weak, pained voice. "Please... someone... it hurts," she pleads, eyes glistening with feigned tears.

The guard, swayed by her act, cautiously enters. "What is it, demon? What's causing you pain?" he asks.

Lycoris looks up, wide-eyed, and points to a spot on the seal. "The seal...There is something wrong with it. Please, help me," she whispers, her voice trembling.

The guard steps closer to inspect the seal nullifying the girl's power. As he moves to get a better look, Lycoris shifts against her chains subtly, bumping into the guard, causing him to take a sliding step back absentmindedly. His boot scuffs the edge of the rune, smudging it slightly. The seal's glow flickers and weakens.

Instantly, the atmosphere changes. Lycoris's eyes flare with gleeful malice, and her lips curl into a demonic grin. "Fool," she hisses, a surge of void energy disintegrating the dungeon guard in an instant. Her chains shatter and fall.

Freed, Lycoris flares out her wings, the cosmic patterns shimmering ominously. She lifts her arms over her head, stretching and letting out a satisfied groan. Swiftly, she exits her cell, humming happily.

At the mountain's edge, she pauses, a sadistic smile spreading across her face. With a powerful flap of her wings, she takes to the sky, heading towards the dense forests surrounding Eboncliff.