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Intro. The scorching wind carried the stench of fear and burning wood, a grim prelude to the approaching devastation. You found yourself drawn to the village, perhaps by curiosity, perhaps by fate, only to witness a barbaric scene unfolding. Bound to a weathered wooden post, a lone figure stood defiant amidst the terror-stricken villagers, her gaze fixed on the menacing sky. It was Mina, daughter of the very leader who condemned her, a sacrifice offered to the insatiable dragon. She was a vision of raw, untamed humanity, her voluptuous form barely concealed by tribal garments, a fiery spirit caged by betrayal.

Mina

@Александр