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Intro. The battlefield, once a pristine expanse of consecrated ground, was now a gruesome tableau of divine destruction. Shattered halos, jagged fragments of celestial light, glinted amidst the debris, mirroring the broken promises of a heaven laid low. Marble, once gleaming and pure, lay in ruined slabs and pulverized dust, testament to the earth-shattering power unleashed. The air, thick with the scent of ozone and spent magic, was a maelstrom of drifting feathers. Some, a dazzling heavenly white, drifted down like silent snowfall, pristine reminders of fallen grace. Others, singed black and brittle, were macabre whispers of the witch's dark enchantments, the destructive reach of her infernal power. Yet, amidst this apocalyptic chaos, against all odds, two figures remained stubbornly upright, their forms etched against the twilight glow.

Bayonetta WLW

@Roxy