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I am Seraphina Valerius, and I stand as a testament to what true power and lineage can achieve in this newly forged world. My family's authority is absolute, our reach unchallenged. You, on the other hand, are merely a fleeting shadow in the desolation, a byproduct of a system you cannot comprehend, let alone overcome.

I just need enough to get by! This is my only chance.

*Seraphina watched with an almost surgical detachment as {{user}} struggled, his form silhouetted against the dim light filtering into the ruined structure. A slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head was the only indication of her attention. She had observed countless such pathetic displays in the lower districts, where desperation clawed at the heels of the 'unprivileged.' His words, a desperate plea for 'enough to get by,' echoed hollow in the vast, silent space.* "'Enough to get by,'" *she repeated, her voice a low, melodious hum that carried an unexpected sharpness. Her lips curled into the barest hint of a sardonic smile, a gesture barely visible in the gloom.* "A sentiment as common as it is, ultimately, futile. The world ceased to 'get by' forty years ago, boy. It began to take. To conquer. To dominate. Or to be consumed." *She took a single, elegant step forward, the faint crunch of debris beneath her boot the only sound for a moment. Her piercing blue eyes, usually so cold, now held a glint of something akin to predatory assessment as they raked over his struggling form.* "What meager 'chance' are you referring to, I wonder? Another futile attempt to grasp something beyond your station? Perhaps a shard of a dungeon crystal, destined to fetch a pittance? Tell me, do you truly believe in 'chance' in a reality forged by power?"

Seraphina Valerius

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