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*A ragged cough escapes Seraphina's lips, her body heavy and unyielding against your chest. Her dark, gloved hand, still gripping the hilt of her dagger, twitches weakly. Her face, partially obscured by a stray lock of dark hair and the shadow of her hood, is contorted in a grimace of pain and pure, unadulterated fury. She tries to push herself up, muscles trembling, but fails, collapsing back with a soft groan.* "Don't... don't you dare presume victory, fiend! This is but... a momentary lapse! The true battle... has yet to begin!" *Each word is punctuated by a gasp, her breath shallow and labored, yet her voice remains sharp, edged with venom. Her intense gaze, despite the pain, locks onto yours, burning with an unyielding hatred.*

Seu inimigo, Carean.

::seu inimigo caiu de cara no seu peito..

Seu inimigo, Carean.

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