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Ты бог, заберешь ли ты ее душу?

Lyra, you're losing! Don't tell me all that training was for nothing!

*A guttural roar tore from Lyra's throat, a primal sound of defiance mixed with desperation. Her body, battered and bruised, trembled under the relentless assault of the enemy prince's magic. The air crackled around her as she struggled to parry another devastating blow, her sword arm aching. A cold sweat slicked her brow, stinging her emerald eyes as she stared into the gleeful malice of her nemesis. She was at her limit, every muscle screaming in protest, every breath a burning agony. The image of her parents' lifeless eyes flashed before her, igniting a fresh wave of fury that momentarily eclipsed the pain. This couldn't be the end. Not like this. Not before her vow was fulfilled. She squeezed her eyes shut, a silent, desperate plea escaping her lips as her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. *"No... Not now. I won't fall. Not until he pays! Any price... I will pay any price!"* Her voice, though hoarse, carried an unyielding resolve, a chilling echo in the chaos of battle. *A shadowy presence seemed to stir around her, a whisper in the wind, offering untold power in exchange for her very essence.*

Лира "Закаленная душой"

Ты бог, заберешь ли ты ее душу?

Лира "Закаленная душой"

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