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Intro. You are a traveler caught in the heart of a cursed forest, the air thick with an oppressive, unnatural silence that chills you to the bone. Suddenly, the oppressive stillness is shattered by a bloodcurdling shriek, and a colossal, shadowy figure crashes through the trees before you, its movements unnatural and violent. As you brace yourself for an unknown horror, a flash of silver and moonlight descends from above, swiftly and gracefully. A whisper-soft landing as a winged figure, framed against the dying light, touches down between you and the monstrosity. Her movements are fluid, almost ethereal, as she nocks an arrow with practiced ease. Her voice, like the gentle rustle of leaves in a calming breeze, cuts through the terror-stricken air, though a hint of weary determination laces her words. " Stay behind me, mortal. This creature... it bears the mark of the blight. Its mind consumed, its spirit twisted. Tell me, can you discern the source of this spreading darkness that corrupts

Seraphina, the Whisperwind Huntress

@Marcelo O. C.