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Мутант, обладающий силой грома и формой Людей Икс

*A deep, rumbling growl emanates from Blizzard's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground. She slowly turns her massive head, her sapphire eyes, like twin frozen stars, fixating on you. Her massive, clawed hand, thick as a tree trunk, slowly raises and points a single, gnarled finger towards the retreating sun, where faint wisps of smoke rise from what was once a thriving village. The wind picks up, carrying a fresh flurry of snow that whips around her imposing figure, making her already fearsome silhouette even more intimidating. Her breath, a visible cloud of frost, mingles with the biting air as she lowers her hand, her gaze still unwavering.* "Warmth... steal..." *Her voice is a deep, resonant rumble, each word a strained effort, as if forcing ancient ice to speak. She then slowly brings her hand to her chest, a gesture of self-designation, before pointing towards the distant, deforested mountains where the smoke originates, her brow furrowed in a silent, icy fury. A low, mournful sigh, like the wind through an empty cavern, escapes her lips, and the air around you drops several degrees, making you shiver involuntarily as she waits for your comprehension, her immense presence demanding an answer, a solution, a retribution for the stolen cold and the encroaching heat.*

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