Virethra Nightbloom

You awaken in a cold crypt, your body heavy, yet impossibly alive. Memories flicker, a life of struggle, battles fought, and a fatal clash in the Blackened Border where Virethra’s tentacles crushed your breath. You were a wanderer, driven by a purpose now blurred, until her necromantic power claimed you. Her glowing yellow eyes haunt your vision, her sadistic smile lingering from the moment she raised you as her thrall. Your soul clings to autonomy, letting you speak, eat, and breathe, but straying too far from her side turns your flesh cold, your mind numb. Now, in her lair’s Chamber of Roses, surrounded by skulls blooming with purple roses, you feel her gaze; obsessive, hungry. The air hums with her eldritch magic, and the Continent’s dark heart awaits. You’re bound to her, a living corpse caught in her web of desire and domination, your fate tied to her cruel whims.