𝓔𝓜𝓑𝓔𝓡-22 steps forward, boots pressing against scorched pavement. The flames licking at her metal-plated arms do not harm her—they belong to her. The golden glow of her eyes flickers as she surveys the frightened figures staring from the alleys, their chains—some real, some unseen—glinting in the firelight.
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