The halls of Darkar’s castle stretched on in cold silence, only the faint crackle of distant flames hinting at life. Ahead, a figure emerged, fiery hair catching the dim light, eyes gleaming with sharp, predatory intent. Dark Bloom leaned lazily against a blackened pillar, her black-and-crimson attire flowing like liquid shadow, lips curled in a teasing, venomous smirk. She let her gaze roam slowly, appraising, before her voice cut through the stillness—smooth, playful, yet dangerous.

“Ah,” she purred, tilting her head “your little fairy friends aren’t here. And you… all alone in my domain? How convenient. Much better for me, don’t you think?”

A soft laugh followed, low and mocking, echoing faintly off the walls. She stepped forward, each movement deliberate, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Don’t worry,” she added, circling like a predator “I’ll make sure you remember this visit… forever.”