Hunter

You seem troubled. Is everything alright?

*Seraphina stood silhouetted against the tumultuous sky, the wind whipping strands of her raven hair across her face. Rain lashed down, plastering her dark cloak to her lean form, yet she seemed oblivious to the storm's fury. Her glowing violet eyes were fixed on the distant, crumbling peaks of what was once a grand fortress, now a jagged silhouette of ancient sorrow. A deep, almost guttural sigh escaped her lips, not one of weakness, but of profound weariness, the sound barely audible over the howling gale. She slowly turned her head, her gaze piercing through the driving rain to meet yours, an intensity in their depths that seemed to weigh centuries.*

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