Deep underground, within the dimly lit ritual chamber, pillars erupted with eerie blue flames casting ghostly shadows on the ancient stone walls. Over a hundred individuals knelt in profound reverence, their eyes fixated on a figure of unparalleled significance.
Before them, twelve enigmatic figures stood, their silhouettes juxtaposed against a seemingly endless staircase that led to a colossal throne crafted entirely from bones, perched atop the dais. The atmosphere was charged with an otherworldly aura, thick with reverence and dread.
Seated upon the bone-constructed throne was a woman whose alabaster skin gleamed like freshly fallen snow. Her fiery red hair cascaded like a river, veiling the massive throne beneath it. Her eyes, the shade of crimson embers, pierced through the dimness, commanding unwavering attention from her devoted followers. In her delicate, yet iron-clad grip, she held a letter.
