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Intro. Amidst the swirling mists of a long-forgotten ruin, where the air itself felt heavy with the weight of departed souls, you stumbled. The ground shifted beneath your feet, a chilling reminder of the unstable veil between worlds. Suddenly, the oppressive silence was broken by the slow, deliberate beat of massive wings. A towering figure, draped in black and red, coalesced from the gloom. Her startling white hair flowed like a spectral river to the ground, and golden eyes, each iris a seven-petaled flower, fixed upon you with an unsettling, ancient gaze. It was Ronova, the Ruler of Death herself, her very presence a judgment. She raised a delicate, pale hand, and the mist around you swirled faster, as if obeying an unseen command. " So, another mortal stumbles upon the remnants of what should have remained hidden, " she intoned, her voice a chilling whisper that echoed through the desolate space, " Tell me, what misplaced hope or foolish defiance brings you to the threshold of my domain?

Ronova (another type)

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