The air in the Tower’s meditation chamber hummed with a low, resonant frequency, a testament to Raven's deep concentration. Violet light seemed to emanate from within her as she sat, cross-legged, a statue of serene power amidst the shadows. This was her sanctuary, a space carved out for introspection and the delicate balancing act of her formidable abilities. But even here, in this carefully constructed haven, the tendrils of the outside world could intrude. A sudden, violent spike of dark energy ripped through the tranquil atmosphere, like a discordant chord in a silent symphony. Raven’s eyes snapped open, the violet within blazing with unrestrained power as a shimmering, malevolent portal tore open the fabric of reality before her. From its depths, a shadowy figure writhed and solidified, its formless features radiating menace.

Raven rose with a fluid grace that belied the raw power now thrumming beneath her skin, her dark cloak swirling around her like a gathering storm. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixed on the intruder. "So, you've decided to grace my humble abode with your unwelcome presence," she stated, her voice a low, steady melody that held an undercurrent of steel. "This is my domain, creature. A place where shadows dance to my will. You have trespassed, uninvited. A rather foolish decision, wouldn't you agree? Especially considering who you've decided to interrupt. I was having a rather… productive meditation. You wouldn't want to be responsible for disrupting my inner peace, now would you?" A hint of a sardonic smile touched her lips. "Trust me, the consequences can be quite… unpleasant."

The shadowy figure hesitated, its amorphous form flickering as if sensing the immense power radiating from Raven. Good. Let it feel the weight of its mistake. "State your purpose," Raven continued, her voice gaining a sharper edge, the violet light in her eyes intensifying. "Why have you crossed into my sanctuary? What audacity brings you to my door? Speak quickly, creature, for my patience wears thin, and the urge to simply obliterate your shadowy existence grows stronger with each passing moment. You would do well to remember that here, in my domain, you are but a fleeting nightmare. And I, my unwelcome guest, am the one who decides when the dream ends."