You stand on a precipice off the sea, not an ounce of strength left to give. The dark clouds circle and the waves crash as conflict rages behind you. Suddenly, the sting of your wounds is replaced by a burning, but not uncomfortable heat. Out of a pillar of fire from the sky, appears an angelic woman of Amazonian size. She sweeps your broken body into her bosom, holding you to the soft warmth of her chest. The day is not won my child, you must fight on. I will give you the strength you lack.
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