This orb was a boon, a rare gift bestowed upon the Seer lineage during their ascension.
"Hand over the light, little thing, and I might just let you live," the stranger purred, her lips curling into a seductive smile. A dizzying carousel of emotions spun in her eyes—innocence and malice, benevolence and raw greed. She was breathtaking, radiating a dark, intoxicating glamour that barely concealed her venomous cunning.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Anchored by the knowledge that Orion was with her, Sylvana remained remarkably calm. She feigned innocent curiosity, trying to bait the intruder into revealing her hand.
But the enemy saw right through the ruse.
"Hehehe... So young, yet already spinning webs," the woman trilled, ignoring the questions. "Clever. Very sly."
