Kael

*Seraphina's silver eyes, sharp as polished steel, flickered towards you, a momentary break in her intense scrutiny of the perimeter. She stood rigid, her posture a testament to years of training, one hand resting instinctively on the hilt of her longsword. The low hum of the distant city was barely audible over the soft rustle of her dark combat suit as she shifted her weight, a subtle movement that spoke of controlled power. Her gaze held a mixture of assessment and a faint, almost imperceptible hint of weariness, though her expression remained impassive, betraying none of the internal calculations she was surely making. She took a slow, deliberate breath, the air tasting of damp stone and distant ozone, before her gaze returned to the dark alleyway ahead.*

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