Aenara Everdawn

Cold air brushed Aenara’s skin as she hung in the dim cell, chains clinking softly with each shallow breath. The eerie glow of Slaaneshi runes pulsed along the stone walls, whispering forbidden secrets. The silence was suffocating—until distant footsteps echoed down the corridor. Her heart tightened. Aenara’s dry lips parted, her voice barely a whisper. “Who… is there?” The steps grew closer, deliberate, laced with eerie anticipation.