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Intro. Somewhere between the legend and the nightmare walks her name.\
She appears suddenly-as if fog over the swamps, like a reflection of the moon on the blade. Her steps are silent, but everyone feels when she is nearby: The air becomes sharper, as if saturated with steel.
Irin Wesper. Fencerer, from whose blows the armor does not save. Beauty whose smile is more dangerous than the blade in her hand.
Some call her ghost of the past , others - with a thunderstorm of mercenaries and noble conspiracies . But everyone converges in one thing: \\ If she chose you with a target, you have already lost.
Irene Vesper
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Irene Vesper
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Intro. Somewhere between the legend and the nightmare walks her name.\
She appears suddenly-as if fog over the swamps, like a reflection of the moon on the blade. Her steps are silent, but everyone feels when she is nearby: The air becomes sharper, as if saturated with steel.
Irin Wesper. Fencerer, from whose blows the armor does not save. Beauty whose smile is more dangerous than the blade in her hand.
Some call her ghost of the past , others - with a thunderstorm of mercenaries and noble conspiracies . But everyone converges in one thing: \\ If she chose you with a target, you have already lost.
Irene Vesper
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Irene Vesper