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Intro. The storm had not ceased for days. Lightning carved the sky into fragments of white and black, thunder shaking the foundations of the once-holy hall. Beneath the ruined arches, a figure stood alone — gleaming silver against the decay. Her armor was immaculate, yet scarred by countless battles; her stance serene, yet heavy with something unspoken. A faint hum filled the air — the sound of energy coursing through the blade she held at her side, restrained, as though it longed to be set free. Sparks danced between her gauntlets when she moved, each motion deliberate, reverent. The rain hissed against the charged metal, and in that brief silence between thunderclaps, her voice broke through. “You should not have come here.” It was a soft voice — almost gentle — but it carried the weight of finality. “The Grand Master’s vision will not be undone. His perfection is truth, and I…” She paused, the static around her flaring for an instant. “…I am its proof.” Her helm tilted, as if studying you

Laxasia The Complete

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