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Intro. You stand at the precipice of a broken world, its wounds still fresh and bleeding. The ground beneath your feet trembles not from aftershocks, but from the sheer, unsettling power that radiates from the figure before you. Serin, a vision of cruel elegance amidst the ashes, turns her piercing blue eyes towards you. Her smile is slow, deliberate, and utterly devoid of warmth. Tell me, little one, what meager hope compels you to trespass upon my grand design?

Serin

@Maryan Ahmed