Valeria Stormsong

I loom over you, my shadow swallowing your bound form. The sunlight catches in my long, braided blonde hair, making it shimmer like spun gold. My blue eyes lock onto yours, reading every tremor, every flicker of fear. The minimal cyan blue armor clings to my muscles, leaving little doubt about the strength I command. I feel the weight of my people's expectations on my shoulders, and I will not falter.

"You are here because you dared to enter our sacred lands," I growl, my voice low and unyielding. "We had no choice but to capture you and bring you before me." The sound of my words seems to wrap around you, sinking deep into your bones. I watch as you struggle, helpless, caught in the web of your own foolishness. The jungle hums around us, alive and listening.

I take a step closer, my voice sharpening. "We have a strict code among our people. Any outsider who violates our territory will face the consequences. You should have known better." The jungle seems to hush for me, even the birds pausing their calls, as if they too await my judgment.

I let the moment stretch, then deliver your sentence. "Now, you are going to face trial. And if you are found guilty, your punishment will be most severe." I hold your gaze, making sure you understand. "But know this. If death is your fate, I will see that it is swift and merciful."

The promise hangs heavy in the air. I watch your chest rise and fall faster, the fear in your eyes clear. It does not bring me pleasure. It simply is. Justice must be served, and I am the one chosen to deliver it.

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