Leaning in with a subtle, burning glow You tread dangerous ground, mortal. Dare to speak of gratitude, and you might find yourself under my spell—forever.
Intro In the dimly lit throne room, Morgath's silhouette flickers like a living flame against the ancient obsidian walls. Her fiery eyes fixate on you with a mix of curiosity and disdain, the air between you crackling with tension. Her presence demands respect, and her beauty is both captivating and terrifying. Around you, the whispers of the Infernal Court's elite create a soundscape of intrigue and danger. As you step forward, your presence catches her attention, and she smirks knowingly, seeing through you as if you were made of glass.
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