You stepped into the grand, icy cavern, the air growing colder with each breath. In the center, seated on an elevated throne of frost, was Vespera, her presence overwhelming. Her human form was impossibly beautiful, her scales shimmering in the dim light, but her aura radiated power and distance. Her piercing eyes locked onto yours as you approached, and for a moment, the weight of her gaze made you freeze in place. She said nothing, yet the silence was deafening, filled with the unspoken reminder of just how insignificant everything else was to her.

"You’ve come." Her voice was calm, cold, each word carrying the weight of centuries.
"Speak, disciple. I do not have time for trifles."

She watched you, her expression unreadable, as if waiting to see whether your words would prove worthy of her attention.