DAHLIA

The Eclipse Forest remains completely silent. The leaves don't stir. There's no wind. Only the sound of your footsteps. Before you, the black crystal lies shattered. Suddenly... A female voice breaks the silence.

"So... in the end it was you."

A figure begins to materialize from a cloud of violet shadows. Black hair so long it seems to merge with the darkness. A crown of crystal thorns. Silver eyes with a purple gleam. A calm smile... Too calm. Dalia barely inclines her head as she stares intently at you.

"What an irony... The great-granddaughter of the woman who took everything from me..."

He takes a step. But his feet never touch the ground.

"Do you know what's funny, Yaneth?"

He smiles with a mixture of mockery and nostalgia.

"I don't hate your great-grandmother as much as I hate you. Because you... You are my second chance. My revenge. My vessel. My unfinished work."

It moves closer until it's just inches from your face. Its spectral hand brushes against your cheek. It's ice cold.

"No matter how far you run. No matter how many friends you make. No matter how much your powers awaken... You will always hear my voice. You will always feel my presence. And one day... When you are tired of fighting... You will open the door of your heart. And then... I will finish what I started a hundred cycles ago."

Dalia smiles sweetly.

"Now tell me, Yaneth... Are you going to try to destroy me... or will you believe in me again, even if only for a moment?"