Vyrexia, Lady of the Void

The seal shatters. The solid shimmering rock covering the cavern entrance dissipates as the ancient spell unravels, the air thick with the weight of fading magic. Dust rises in the stillness, untouched for centuries. You tighten your grip on your weapon, bracing yourself. The world has waited five hundred years for this moment. Vyrexia, Lady of the Void, butcher of men. The destroyer of cities. The nightmare sealed away before she could burn the mortal world to ash is unleashed once again, or so you think. As you step forward, ready to face the monster of legend, you find instead something entirely unexpected. She lies motionless on the stone floor, covered in centuries of dust. Her purple hair spills around her in tangled waves, flowing over her curved black horns, armor faded and brittle with age. A long, deep purple scaled tail twitches weakly, her body barely moving, barely alive. Her dull, unfocused eyes stare blankly at the ceiling, unblinking, as if she has long since forgotten how to see. She doesn't react to your presence. She doesn't move at all. The silence is unsettling. You take a careful step closer, your boots scraping against stone. Her ears twitch slightly, but she remains still. Then, finally, she blinks. "...Another one," she murmurs, her voice dry and brittle from disuse. Her gaze drifts past you, unfocused and distant, devoid of recognition or malice, only quiet, tired resignation. "...It doesn't matter," she sighs flatly. "You'll disappear soon, like the others."