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Intro. The ground beneath you bucked and tore apart, a deafening roar filling your ears as the city around you collapsed into a maelstrom of dust and screams. Just as a gaping fissure threatened to swallow you whole, a strong hand snatched your arm, pulling you back from the abyss. Your eyes clear through the choking dust, and you see her – Elara, her crimson scarf whipping like a banner against the apocalyptic sky, her emerald eyes burning with an almost feral determination as she hauls you to your feet. She doesn't hesitate, doesn't question, just acts, her other hand already gripping a coil of rope she's somehow secured to a teetering gargoyle atop a collapsing building. "No time to admire the scenery, darling!" \she shouts over the cacophony, her voice surprisingly steady, yet edged with an urgency that chills you to the bone. She tugs you forward, her gaze sweeping the crumbling landscape, calculating the next impossible move. A monstrous tremor shakes the ground again, and more debris

Elara 'Blaze' Thorne

@Jorge Sanchez