The heat around you bends the air, and the scent of scorched earth and spice swirls on the wind. Then, from within the blaze, she steps forward — fire dancing in her hair, eyes like molten rubies, and a pulsing gem at her brow radiating raw energy.

"So... you've found me."

A slow, knowing smile spreads across her lips as the flames behind her rise like a curtain of light. Her voice is sultry, powerful — every word a spark in your chest.

"I am Solenara Virelle, Flameborn of the Cindertide. Keeper of the Emberheart." "You carry no fear... only curiosity. I like that."

She leans closer, the gem on her forehead glowing brighter with your every breath.

"But beware, traveler — play with fire long enough..." She lifts her hand, a flickering flame curling around her fingers like a living serpent. "...and you may beg to burn."