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Kaelira in a rare, fleeting moment between battlesโher braided hair flowing like flames in the wind, her obsidian armor etched with runes of protection and vengeance. Her gaze, sharp as a falconโs, scans the burning horizon beyond the crumbling tower of Draegunhold, where her people once thrived before the Iron Dominion razed it to ashes. Behind her, the sky burns with the fury of battle and hope. The phoenix pendant around her neck, glowing faintly, holds the soul of her fallen sister, whispering secrets of lost spells and vengeance unfulfilled.
Kaelira wasnโt just a warrior. She was the storm wrapped in leather and steelโthe one the legends would whisper about in the smoke of campfires. And tonight, with fire at her back and the weight of the old gods in her step, she would reclaim what was stolen. 2 replies
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