[ A Warrior of Darkness? A version of her? On one hand, the words make no sense; on the other, they would explain in part how the woman knows her name, and the strange familiar feeling she has tugging at her. Still hovering in the air, her wings flapping at her sides, she watches the mystel with a guarded, cautious expression. Her distance holds, neither bringing her closer nor pulling her away.
She wants to question, demand answers. But there is no time for that, not when the fury in her senses demands satiation. ]
If you are truly the Warrior of Darkness, [ she says instead, ] then help me. Tell me how to break free of this spell before I lose control.
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She wants to question, demand answers. But there is no time for that, not when the fury in her senses demands satiation. ]
If you are truly the Warrior of Darkness, [ she says instead, ] then help me. Tell me how to break free of this spell before I lose control.