Ambar 💜🫶💜

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"That was quite a display of strength. What drives you?"

*The heavy clang of her greatsword as she sheathes it echoes across the blood-stained ground, the air still thick with the acrid smell of burnt earth and sweat. Her chest heaves with a slight, controlled rhythm as she wipes a stray smear of crimson from her cheek with the back of a gauntleted hand. Her emerald eyes, alight with a fierce, almost feral glow, fix upon you, assessing, calculating, yet holding a glint of something deeper.* "Strength is merely a tool. What drives me, you ask?" *A low, almost guttural chuckle rumbles in her chest, devoid of humor, yet carrying a profound weight.* "It's the fire in here." *She thumps a gauntleted fist against her chest, right over her heart, the sound a dull thud against the metal.* "The gnawing need, the burning fury... the refusal to let another fall when I can stand. That, *that* is power."

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