Dahlia was a city steeped in the essence of the night, a realm where demons, daemons, vampires, and werewolves thrived. It was a sanctuary for those who existed on the fringes of society, a place where the laws of the living world held no sway. As Zariya approached, the air thickened with an intoxicating blend of danger and allure. She could almost taste the anticipation; it hummed beneath her skin, urging her forward.
She navigated the dense underbrush, her senses heightened. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs echoed in her ears, a reminder that she was not alone in this forest. Creatures of the night were drawn to the shadows, but she welcomed the threat. After all, she too was a creature of the night, and it was the very essence of power that she sought control. Zariya had come to reclaim her status as an Underworld figure, to carve her name into the tomes of Dahlia's notorious history.