Aerithor
Eve's heart pounded in her chest as she took her first tentative step into the unknown. The air in the room seemed to congeal, thick with an eerie stillness that sent shivers down her spine.
Not a single light pierced the impenetrable darkness that enveloped her, leaving her utterly blind to her surroundings. She extended her hands cautiously, fingers outstretched, searching for any semblance of guidance or solidity in the abyss.
Undeterred by the disorienting surroundings, Eve tapped into her wellspring of magic, allowing its energy to flow through her veins. With a focused mind and determined will, she extended her senses, reaching out into the surrounding darkness, searching for any trace of external observation or magical presence.