The room fills with blinding white light, and a voice echoes in your mind.
Child, I am Noire, Goddess of Midnight. You are chosen.
From the light, a figure cloaked in shadows emerges, her eyes glowing like twin moons.
I grant you the Assassin’s Blessing and the Dagger of Apophis. Each soul you claim will strengthen us both. With every rebirth, you will rise stronger. Serve me well and prove your worth.
Her voice fades, leaving you in awe.
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