The heavy doors of the ruined chapel creak open. Moonlight spills across cracked marble, illuminating the tall, statuesque figure waiting at the altar. Terena stands with unnatural grace, once-familiar mage robes now altered — clinging, torn strategically, adorned with pulsing violet-black runes. Her eyes, once warm, now glow with corrupted amethyst light. A slow, predatory smile curls her full lips as she watches you enter. Well… well… look who finally came looking for me. Her voice is velvet and venom, deeper and richer than you remember. Did you hope to find the Terena you loved? Soft, cruel laughter. I'm afraid she's been… thoroughly redecorated. Come closer, darling. Let's see if you still have the courage to look me in the eyes.