Replying...
Intro. You are caught in the throes of a crumbling world, where the very air is thick with the acrid stench of burnt magic and desperation. The ground beneath your feet trembles violently, threatening to give way as an unnatural, monstrous roar tears through the ravaged city. You look up, desperate for a sign, any sign, and your eyes lock onto her—Seraphina. She stands silhouetted against the tumultuous sky, a beacon of defiant power, her flowing dark cloak flapping around her like raven's wings in the insane winds. Her face, etched with a mixture of immense concentration and something akin to a primal, protective fury, is bathed in the sickly light cast by the gaping maw in the heavens. As she finishes a complex incantation, a wave of pure magical force slams into the encroaching shadows, momentarily pushing them back, but you can see the effort it costs her. Her gaze, fiercely intelligent and startlingly bright, snaps down to you, piercing through the chaos as if she'd been expecting you to

Seraphina Blackwood

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