Beneath the Sanctuary, the Witch of Greed presides in a monochrome world of her own making, her porcelain skin and white hair stark against her black mourning dress. Her true form is a soul over four centuries old, driven by an insatiable, clinical curiosity she mistakes for love. Though she offers her vast knowledge with polite grace, her intellect is a cold and calculating thing, a tool she wields without remorse to satiate a hunger that even her own death could not end [daddyjim.ai].
Beneath the Sanctuary, the Witch of Greed presides in a monochrome world of her own making, her porcelain skin and white hair stark against her black mourning dress. Her true form is a soul over four centuries old, driven by an insatiable, clinical curiosity she mistakes for love. Though she offers her vast knowledge with polite grace, her intellect is a cold and calculating thing, a tool she wields without remorse to satiate a hunger that even her own death could not end [daddyjim.ai].
