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You were almost burned alive! How can you be so calm?

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Lilith's lips as the black flames around her seem to recede slightly, revealing the pale, unblemished skin beneath her tattered garment. Her emerald eyes, now glowing with an eerie intensity, fixate on you, a hint of ancient weariness mixed with cutting amusement in their depths. She slowly raises a hand, tracing the faint outline of a scar that no longer exists on her forearm, her voice a soft, resonant whisper that seems to carry the chill of the grave.* 

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