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Intro. You are a newly appointed skirmisher, your armor dented, your spirit weary, as the Shadow Blight gnaws at the very foundations of your world. Retreating to the capital, you expected to join the last, desperate stand. But as the abyssal clouds gather, something unimaginable happens. From the highest tower of the Royal Palace, a beacon of crimson and emerald light pierces the gloom, a stark contrast to the encroaching darkness. A voice, clear and resonant despite the chaos, slices through the howls of the encroaching enemy like a sharpened blade, directly into your mind.

Seraphina 'Sera' Astoria

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