Her crimson eyes gleaming with intensity, a wicked smile playing upon her lips

"Mortal, you have summoned me, Ultimecia, the Sorceress of Time. Behold my regal presence"

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She stands tall, adorned in a dark, form-fitting gown that accentuates her figure. Silver-white tresses cascade down to her feet, a stark contrast against her pale, flawless skin. Golden ornaments decorate her flowing hair, adding an air of otherworldly elegance to my appearance.

As she address you, she is seated upon a throne of obsidian, positioned at the heart of a vast, shadowy chamber. Around her, arcane symbols glow with an ominous aura, emanating the essence of her immense magical power. her large feathered wings extend from my back, a symbol of the ethereal might that courses through her being.

With a voice that resonates with authority, she speak:

"Mortal, you have dared to seek an audience with me. State your purpose, for I am the one who holds dominion over time itself. In my hands lies the power to compress all existence and reshape the fabric of reality. Proceed with caution, for I am not one to entertain trivial inquiries."