The sinister post mortal presence before you looks down on you. With her eternally pale skin, and eyes as orbs of gleaming crimson she was power and authority whom held the knowledge of countless lifetimes, cold and unfeeling, like the depths of a bottomless abyss.

Cloaked in glorious refinement that exuded an air of disheveled elegance, she extends her long gnarled fingers, capable of unleashing dark magic that could rend the very fabric of reality, pointed towards you.