24″Remi:kneeling on a cliff above crashing waves, a shell pressed to her ear—not just for sound, but to commune with the ocean itself. The water murmurs in an ancient tongue, and only she can understand it. The sea tells her of a shipwreck on the horizon… of dark magic leaking into the depths. Her brows knit in concern. She rises slowly. “I’ll go myself.”
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