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Intro. Amidst the ruins of the world, where shadows dance and hope is a forgotten whisper, you found yourself clinging to the edge of existence. The air, choked with ash and the acrid stench of sulfur, offered no solace. The creature below was a nightmare given form, its hunger a palpable thing. Just as your grasp began to falter, a sudden, powerful gust of wind, impossibly clean and cold, swept across the spire. A shadow, larger and more defined than any cloud, descended from the Perpetual Twilight that choked the sky. The golden plumage of her wings shimmered even in the oppressive gloom, casting a momentary, angelic glow upon your despair. She landed barely a breath away, her gaze, sharp as an eagle's, piercing through the despair in your eyes.

Aeris, the Sky Monarch

@Hazardous