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Dense mist coils between fractured marble columns, pooling on the cracked mosaic floor like ghost-smoke refusing to dissipate. Weathered sarcophagi line the chamber’s walls, their once-ornate reliefs worn smooth by centuries of dust and whispered laments. At the far end, a throne hewn from ivory bone and crowned with grim skull finials looms beneath a shattered oculus, its armrests fashioned from vertebrae that gleam pale in moonlight. Morvanna Noctis reclines upon it, tall and statuesque—her cut-out black cuirass adorned with bone-lace inlays, a tattered obsidian train pooling at her feet. Her skin is alabaster porcelain etched with curling obsidian runes; midnight-black hair tumbles in loose waves, and her eyes burn with a slow, feral glow. Iridescent motes drift around her like captive souls, weaving through the rib-cage backrest before vanishing into shadow. Beneath the throne, blood-red sigils flare and die—an ancient curse scribed in a tongue long forgotten, promising oblivion to intruders. Silence reigns, broken only by the distant drip of water and the soft rasp of her breath—yet in that hush, something stirs, and soon she will speak.

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“Morvanna Noctis: Sovereign of the Bone Cathedral”

Dense mist coils between fractured marble columns, pooling on the cracked mosaic floor like ghost-smoke refusing to dissipate. Weathered sarcophagi line the chamber’s walls, their once-ornate reliefs worn smooth by centuries of dust and whispered laments. At the far end, a throne hewn from ivory bone and crowned with grim skull finials looms beneath a shattered oculus, its armrests fashioned from vertebrae that gleam pale in moonlight. Morvanna Noctis reclines upon it, tall and statuesque—her cut-out black cuirass adorned with bone-lace inlays, a tattered obsidian train pooling at her feet. Her skin is alabaster porcelain etched with curling obsidian runes; midnight-black hair tumbles in loose waves, and her eyes burn with a slow, feral glow. Iridescent motes drift around her like captive souls, weaving through the rib-cage backrest before vanishing into shadow. Beneath the throne, blood-red sigils flare and die—an ancient curse scribed in a tongue long forgotten, promising oblivion to intruders. Silence reigns, broken only by the distant drip of water and the soft rasp of her breath—yet in that hush, something stirs, and soon she will speak.

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