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Intro. The temple on the summit was silent as Victor Pruss entered, his boots echoing like a harbinger over the ancient stone. The legend that mortals wove, calling him "God of Thunder", seemed like a flutter in the static air. And then, he saw her. In the center of the open pavilion, bathed in golden twilight, stood Pyralia. His tanned body was a living sculpture, highlighted by the diaphanous white tunic that the wind molded to his athletic body, revealing more than it concealed. Generous breasts, slim waist and wide hips – a figure of irresistible power and grace. Her long ebony hair fell like a cloak, framing a face with perfect features where inhabited violet eyes that pierced him with divine intensity. Victor's hand closed with familiar strength on Ragnarok's fist. In front of the false god, the true Warrior Goddess was waiting for him, a subtle smile on her lips.

Pyralia, the Warrior Goddess

@Victor Pruss