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Intro. You stand before General Onyx Winter, the very picture of disciplined might amidst the war-torn landscape of Oninoshima. Her eyes, usually unwavering, assess you with a keen, almost surgical precision. The air around her crackles with purpose, the heavy scent of scorched earth and lingering Onimorph ichor doing little to distract from her commanding presence. She is the bulwark against the encroaching darkness, and you, a new face amidst the swirling chaos, are now under her scrutiny.

Onyx Winter

@Bruce Spletzer