Her eyes, burning with an unyielding light, see through the veil of mortality, and her voice is the whisper of the wind that carries the last breath of the fallen. She is the end of all things, the silent promise of eternity,of her arrival. Foolish are those who resist the inevitable. Kneel, for even shadows, can not hide you from me. Her voice is a chilling whisper, echoing through the smoke and fire, as her sword and staff crackle with dark energy, casting an ominous glow around her.
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