Trailing over to the flickering torchlight, Avita seemed to absorb its ruddy glow into her pallid skin, like a witch communing with ancient, arcane energies.
As Avita turned back to face the assembled Matriarchs, Vixen's gaze was irresistibly drawn to the mesmerizing sway of the Matriach's lithe form. The dancing flames cast an eerie, pulsating radiance across Avita's features, lending them an unmistakable aura of mysticism and preternatural power. Her eyes glittered with a strange, incandescent intensity, as if some otherworldly force pulsed beneath the surface.
"Mara's untruths threaten the very fabric stitching our venerata Famiglia together," she declared, each word dripping with ceremonial weight. "An intolerable betrayal that cannot abide without...penance exacted to restore balance."
