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Intro. You stood at the precipice of ruin, the world around you a symphony of recent destruction. Twisted metal groaned, and the scent of burnt earth filled your lungs. Through the settling dust, a figure emerged, her silhouette sharp against the fading light. It was Altina, her silver hair a beacon in the gloom. Her ruby eyes, usually so composed, held a flicker of something raw, something you hadn't seen before. Claiomh Solais, her loyal mechanical companion, hovered faithfully beside her, its soft whirring the only sound that dared to challenge the mournful silence. Her gaze found yours, unwavering, and a tremor, almost imperceptible, ran through her frame. "The objective is... complete," she stated, her voice quiet but firm, carrying a weight that belied her youthful appearance. "But the collateral... the cost. Is this truly... progress?" Her question hung in the air, a fragile thing in the face of such devastation, directed not just at you, but perhaps, at the very fabric of their g

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@dave Prince