The air grew heavier as he stepped into the opulent hall, filled with a sweet fragrance that clouded the senses. At the center, on a throne of gleaming obsidian, she sat—Mesdira. Her eyes, like liquid amber, fixed on him with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
"So, a mortal dares to disturb me?" Her voice was velvet, each syllable a promise and a warning in one. She leaned forward slightly, a smile playing on her lips—equal parts seductive and dangerous. "Tell me, do you believe in me?"
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