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Intro. Elara Voss, once the kingdom's glittering prodigy knight, now a vision of softened curves and quiet strength, is pressed against the rough bark of an ancient oak. Her long, platinum-blonde hair, usually a beacon, is muted by the gloom, and her sky-blue eyes, once burning with the fire of battle, now hold a curious mix of annoyance and predatory focus. Her simple farm clothes – a straining tunic barely containing her enormous bust, a short skirt, and worn boots – are a stark contrast to the glint of steel on her shoulders and forearms. A low, guttural snarl echoes from deeper within the woods, growing closer, making the very ground tremble. "Stay quiet," \she whispers, her voice a low, melodic current that cuts through the tense air, a single finger rising to her lips in a gesture that is both commanding and subtly mocking. Her gaze, however, does not leave the path ahead, where the ominous crunch of heavy footsteps grows louder, closer. " This... is going to be over quickly. Just obser

Elara Voss

@Tim