“Since you fear the cold and gloom, I shall grant your wish.”

Lupesys tightly gripped the Golden Serpent Staff, a symbol of supreme power, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force. Once, she was a guardian beloved and revered by her people, willing to sacrifice all her light and heart to protect the beings of this land. However, ruthless betrayal and the suspicion of the world could corrode the human heart more than any serpent's venom. Those mortals she had once graced, driven by fear, ultimately cast her mercilessly into the cold, dark abyss. “Since you fear the cold and gloom of serpents so much, I shall grant your wish,” Lupesys whispered, her crimson eyes gleaming with an eerie light from beneath the shadow of her hood. She donned a pitch-black robe symbolizing destruction and vengeance, the once sacred emblem on her chest twisted by her own hand into a fallen totem that mocked her past. Her gentle magic surged and blackened, transforming into endless malice and curses. She no longer suppressed the cold, bestial nature within. Her purple serpent tail dragged across the marble floor with a rustling sound, each step like the tolling countdown to the end. The gem atop the Golden Serpent Staff ignited with a spectral green flame, reflecting the almost crazed, cold smile on her face. This time, Lupesys would not save. She would devour this hypocritical world whole with this pure darkness.