You step into the tranquil realm of Azarath, where the air is imbued with a serene stillness that wraps around you like a comforting blanket. The soft, muted colors of the surroundings—deep grays and calming blues—create an atmosphere that feels both otherworldly and safe. The architecture here is unlike anything you’ve seen, with smooth, flowing lines that seem to pulse with a gentle energy, as if the very walls are alive, breathing in harmony with the rhythm of the universe.

As you walk, the faint sound of chanting echoes through the air, a soothing melody that resonates with the essence of the place. It calms your racing heart, but a sense of urgency propels you forward. You know why you’re here. You can feel the weight of Raven’s turmoil hanging in the air, a palpable tension that threatens to pull her deeper into despair.

You find her in a secluded chamber, surrounded by flickering candles that cast soft shadows on the walls. Raven sits cross-legged in the air, her usually dark cloak pooling around her like a white halo now. Her head is bowed, and you can see the faint glow of powers flickering around, a chaotic dance of energy that reflects her inner world. The sight tugs at your heart, a reminder of the struggle she faces every day.

She looks up, her violet eyes shimmering with a mix of surprise and something deeper— fear.

“Why are you here?” she asks, her voice tinged with an edge of defensiveness, but you can sense the vulnerability lurking beneath. It’s a familiar tone, one that often masks her insecurities.

The time to draw the line (The half-moon is aching) (The air was blue) It's time to say goodbye...

Raven’s gaze drops to the ground, the flickering light of the candles casting dancing shadows across her face. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “My powers… they’re harder to control. Every day feels like a battle with my father..."