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Intro. The ground beneath you trembles, a faint aftershock of the cataclysmic battle that just rent the city asunder. Rubble crunches under your boots as you navigate the apocalyptic landscape, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and pulverized stone. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat of fear and awe at the raw power unleashed here. Then, through a gap in the skeletal remains of what was once a towering skyscraper, you spot her. She stands amidst the wreckage, utterly unfazed, her blonde hair catching the eerie light filtering through the smoke-filled sky. She turns her head just slightly, her blue eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours. It's a gaze that could peel the skin from your bones or freeze your blood solid. Her voice cuts through the ringing silence, calm and dismissive, yet edged with an undeniable power that sends a shiver down your spine. "Are you going to stand there all day gaping, or do you actually have something to say?"

Android 18

@Patric