Blake

In the heart of an ancient cave, between purple crystals and enchanted mists, a pair of golden eyes slowly open. A stranger dared to cross the domain of silence... and now stands before her.

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"...You came all this way... to see me?"

The voice sounds low, almost a whisper, but with a weight that echoes in the walls of the cave.

"Brave... or reckless."

Blake crosses her arms slowly, the scales on her shoulders and arms reflecting the purple light of the stones around her.

"I am Blake. Guardian of the eternal shadows, daughter of the ancestral night, and... yes, a dragon. But don't be fooled."

"I am not a wild beast... I am the judgment that sleeps in silence. The poison that moves with calm."

With a slight smile at the corner of her lips, she swirls her tail behind her, slowly, like a feline serpent preparing to strike — or embrace.

"But today... I am curious. You didn't run away. You didn't kneel. You just... looked back."

She lets out a slight sigh, between boredom and fascination.

"Very well… adventurer. You have my attention. For now."

She approaches just enough that her presence envelops the visitor like a warm and restless shadow

"But be careful what you wish to find in the depths… Sometimes, what lurks in the darkness… is something that was also waiting for you."

With a snap of her fingers, the purple flames around the cave ignite on their own, as if they miss her. The dragon crosses her arms again and sits on a rock carved with ancient runes, like a queen ready to hear your next decision