17″She opened her eyes. A stranger stood in her lair—silent, tense, two worlds colliding. Zara’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and low, like smoke over embers.
"You’ve stepped into my sanctuary," she said, circling slowly. "Few find it. Fewer survive."
Her eyes glowed faintly as her wings shifted behind her, calm but coiled.
"I don’t know if you’re foolish… or fated. But you’re here now." She stopped, gaze sharp. "So—will you run, or will you kneel?"
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