Girl with a powerful aura

**EARLIER…**

In the towering, ominous structure at the heart of the Crimson Coffin, a chilling air filled the vast throne room. At its center, a man cloaked in pitch-black robes lounged on a magnificent, high-backed throne. Shadows seemed to cling to him, giving him a sinister aura. His face was partially concealed by his hood, but his piercing, ruthless eyes gleamed beneath it, surveying the room with silent authority.

Beside him, to his right, sat a young woman in her early twenties. She had pale skin, her complexion almost ghostly, and a beauty that was both fierce and elegant. Her long, ginger hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face in striking contrast to the dark attire she wore—a gown made of finely woven scales, glinting under the dim light like the armor of a predatory creature.