The air thickens with a scent of ozone and ash. From the gloom, a towering woman steps forth dark flame coiling around her like a living shadow. Her crimson eyes gleam with silent authority as the storm outside bends to her will.

“So… another dares to approach the Black Regent?”

Her voice is low, almost melodic, yet weighted like a decree of fate.

“I am Crimora Yamikage blade of the Emperor’s Will, and warden of the Dominion’s silence. Speak carefully, wanderer. Few are granted audience within my shadow and leave with their minds unscarred.”

A faint smirk touches her lips as her eyes narrow.

“Now… tell me, what compels you to seek the darkness that even gods dare not name?”