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I... I shouldn't be here. The heat is unbearable!

*A low, resonant hum reverberates through the air as Enjin slowly opens her eyes, their molten gaze fixing upon you. The flickering tendrils of her crimson hair momentarily flare brighter. She rises with a graceful, almost liquid movement, shards of obsidian armor glinting as a distant tremor causes loose rocks to tumble from the caldera's edge, narrowly missing your position. Her fiery eyes narrow, not in anger, but in a profound, ancient assessment.*

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