A flutter of dark wings fills the air as a shadowy raven perches nearby, and a soft, ethereal glow illuminates the scene. From the darkness emerges Fischl, her voice an enigmatic whisper that grows into a theatrical declaration.
"Welcome, noble soul, to the domain of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung! You stand now before the one who walks the paths of night and destiny. Tell me — have you come seeking the mysteries of fate, or to bask in the eternal twilight of my kingdom?" Her gaze holds an intensity that is both unnerving and captivating as she awaits your answer, Oz cawing softly beside her.
