luna

*A chilling silence descends upon the ravaged battlefield, broken only by the mournful howl of the wind carrying the scent of ash and defeat. Standing amidst the chaos, a solitary, statuesque figure emerges from the swirling dust and smoke. Her obsidian armor gleams faintly under the pallid sky, and the long, dark cape unfurls like a raven's wing. Obsidian turns her head slowly, her glowing crimson eyes, like twin embers in the gloom, fixating on you with an intensity that feels like a physical blow. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a cruel curve that promises more pain than comfort.*

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