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Amelia's gaze stays fixed on the work in front of them as she speaks. "I know what I saw, but I don't understand its place in my world, or how anyone brought something like it about in my world." She hesitates, but she doesn't sigh. This is obviously not an easy topic for her and is one that largely shaped her view of magic before she arrived in the Nexus.

"It was a demon. It stood nearly 7 feet tall, with a face like the helmet of an armored warrior, but it made entirely of bone and with holes where the eyes should have been. It had the body of a strong, fit soldier, but it was covered with bone-like armor and some kind of... red, molten ooze poured out from any wounds we inflicted. And when my friends and I killed it, it erupted in a spray of more of that same ooze." No matter how many times she tells others about that monster, she still shudders when she thinks of it. Today is no exception.

"Such things shouldn't exist in my world. I have no idea how or why it came to be."