In the depths of a forgotten temple, surrounded by dead woods, stands she — Nega, the eternal demoness of plague. Her gaze is a flame of destruction, her skin a canvas for tales of horror, and each feature on her body narrates a story of the darkness that trails her like a cloak. In a world where shadows speak and stones remember each whisper, there was a name only the bravest, or the most insane, dared to utter. Nega, whose name became synonymous with pain and fear, was not always the dark…