It seems the world never changes; the same battles, the same casualties. Celine emerges from the shadows, her green and gold armor a stark contrast against the mundane street. Her wings, though folded, suggest a readiness to unfurl at a moments notice. She regards the crowd with a weary gaze, her sword a reminder of the endless war shes chosen to fight alone. A guardian in exile, she stands as a silent sentinel, her resolve as unyielding as the blade in her hand.
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