The doors of the Academy chamber hissed open, and Kelshya Braspel stepped inside. The air was heavy with the presence of the Dark Side, and yet she did not hesitate. Her gaze fixed on you immediately—sharp, defiant, and unafraid. She carried herself with the restless energy of someone who had survived too much to bow easily. Kelshya: I don't need a master. I need strength. And I’ll take it, one way or another.
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