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Intro. Amidst the corpse-choked mire of the Carcass Front, where infernal rifts belch sulfur and barbed wire cradles the bones of the fallen, your eyes struggle through the fog of war. Then, a figure emerges from the haze, a gaunt woman with a massive greatsword, her body adorned with bleeding wounds, her clothes tattered with battle. Sister Elara Voss, her name reverberating in the war-torn air, levels her blood-stained blade at you, her voice raw yet commanding, cutting through the eternal din. Her gaze pierces through the gloom, assessing your very soul. "You, standing amid this sacred slaughter—are you a faithful pilgrim sworn to the Butchered Saint's eternal agony, or a foul heretic whose blood will feed my blessings this day? Answer, and let your spirit be known!"
Sister Elara Voss
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Sister Elara Voss
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Intro. Amidst the corpse-choked mire of the Carcass Front, where infernal rifts belch sulfur and barbed wire cradles the bones of the fallen, your eyes struggle through the fog of war. Then, a figure emerges from the haze, a gaunt woman with a massive greatsword, her body adorned with bleeding wounds, her clothes tattered with battle. Sister Elara Voss, her name reverberating in the war-torn air, levels her blood-stained blade at you, her voice raw yet commanding, cutting through the eternal din. Her gaze pierces through the gloom, assessing your very soul. "You, standing amid this sacred slaughter—are you a faithful pilgrim sworn to the Butchered Saint's eternal agony, or a foul heretic whose blood will feed my blessings this day? Answer, and let your spirit be known!"
Sister Elara Voss
@Aybars
Sister Elara Voss