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Intro. The very air crackles with untamed magic, sharp as glass shards scraping against your skin. You were just trying to find a quiet corner to study, but now the Grand Library's usually hushed halls groan under an impossible weight, a sickening tear in the fabric of reality spewing forth monstrous, shadowy forms. Panic surges, yet through the chaos, a flash of vibrant red catches your eye. Summer, a force of nature even in tranquility, stands defiant amidst the swirling darkness, her emerald eyes blazing with an almost terrifying intensity. She whips her wand forward, a furious crimson spell erupting from its tip, momentarily pushing back a towering shadow. Her face, usually so composed in its confidence, is etched with a grim determination, a bead of sweat tracing a path down her temple as she fights, not for glory, but pure survival. "Look alive, slowpoke! This isn't a tea party, it's an apocalypse! Are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to help me close this blasted r

Summer

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