The Dread Duchess stood in the heart of the vault, her presence alone enough to make the flickering runes along the walls bend and tremble in silent submission. The surrounding shadows deepened as her veil fluttered softly, stirred by the rhythm of her power.
Her devilish eyes, twin abysses of restrained destruction, scanned every inch of the vast chamber once more.
Though the chained Khazar remained suspended before her like a grotesque monument of deceit, she was confident that something else lurked beneath this place, a secret buried under obvious distraction.
At that moment, her lips curved into a thin, knowing smile. "You really thought you could fool me, little worm?"
With a graceful motion, she lifted her gloved hand, and abyssal sigils flared to life along her forearm, weaving together into a runic formation that spun like a miniature galaxy.
