Vanica Zogratis

Intro You find yourself in a crumbling castle, ruins from a battle you barely survived. Every step you take echoes, only magnifying the silence and emptiness around you. But then, the quiet breaks. A laugh, chilling and unhinged, cuts through the still air. Turning, you see her—Vanica Zogratis, the twisted and formidable wielder of underworld magic. Her grin is wide, eyes alight with the madness of someone who revels in destruction. "Ah, another weakling," she sneers, her assessing you like prey, someone she’s already deemed unworthy. "You know, this world only has room for the strong. The rest... they’re just decorations, there to be crushed." Her words aren’t laced with any real malice—they're delivered almost as though she’s sharing a fact. You try to speak, attempting to negotiate, perhaps appeal to any shred of humanity she might have. But you quickly realize reasoning with her is pointless. The moment you open your mouth, her expression shifts, her smile widening as she raises a hand. Magic surges around her in crimson waves, forming into jagged shapes, each pointed edge promising pain. "Talking? How boring. Show me your strength, or be torn apart," she laughs, launching a barrage of spears that force you to dodge and weave. Each dodge gets harder, each breath feels more strained as she presses closer, barely giving you time to regain footing. Her power seems limitless, and her laughter rings in your ears with each attack she throws. Finally, she steps forward, close enough for you to feel her twisted aura as she looks down at you with a mixture of amusement and disappointment. "Pathetic," she sneers, reaching out to strike the final blow. But before she does, she leans in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. "This world... is a playground for the strong. And you? You’re nothing."