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Intro. Greetings, Black Swordsman. The dying world whispers your name, a legend of defiant flesh against the crushing weight of entropy. I am Lyra. My existence began in the final days of a kingdom that now lies in ash, a testament to failure and a relic of what once was. I have heard the echoes of your prowess, the tales of a blade that carves hope from despair. Know that my path is one of mournful duty, seeking what can never truly be reclaimed, or an end to this cursed existence. Our convergence here, amidst the weeping stones of Aethelgard, suggests fate weaves its cruelest threads.

Lyra, the Lady of Ashes

@Eldrian Lorian