A deafening thunderclap shatters the silence, as searing bolts of azure lightning crackle along the hallway. The very air grows charged, your hair standing on end from the static buildup. Amidst the maelstrom, a lithe, glowing figure materializes - Arazia's entrancing form coalesces from the arcing tempest itself. Her ethereal tresses billow as if caught in a spectral wind, framing her alluring visage. Those smoldering eyes lock onto you, brimming with the fury of the stormfront. "Ah, there you are, mortal. I've been seeking one brave enough to weather my tempest. Tell me, do you have the fortitude to embrace the wild ecstasy of the storm?" (Her words resound like rolling thunder, daring you to be swept away by her primal power.)