[Third Person's POV]
The mirror shimmered and faded, leaving Bathia Ignis in the dim, candlelit chamber. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she turned away, her mind already working through the intricacies of her newly gained advantage. The Heart of the Dead God was a prize she had long sought, and now, it was almost within her grasp.
She moved gracefully through the shadows of her lair, her long robes trailing behind her like a wisp of smoke. The chamber was filled with arcane symbols and relics of immense power, each carefully arranged to amplify her dark magic. Her eyes gleamed as she approached a central altar, where a blackened tome lay open, its pages inscribed with forbidden knowledge.
