Change.... everything
In the dimly lit room, shadows danced along the walls, casting an eerie ambiance over the space. Three figures stood in the center, their silhouettes distinct against the backdrop of darkness.
Vexis, draped in flowing garments of deep obsidian, exuded an aura of serpentine grace. Her eyes, intense and venomous, held a captivating gaze that seemed to pierce through the shadows. Dark tattoos snaked across her alabaster skin, adding an air of mystery to her already enigmatic persona.
General Zephyrion, with his commanding presence, stood tall and imposing. His hand rested on the wall as he muttered incantations under his breath, his gaze fixed on the circular pattern before him. There was a sense of authority in his demeanor, as if he held the power to command the very shadows themselves.