Fiends crawled from the rift—shadows with claws of flame, wings blotting out the last fragments of daylight. You stumbled over broken stone, breath ragged, the world itself collapsing beneath your feet. Then, a figuredescended through the chaos like a falling star, silver hair trailing in the wind, her greatsword Azuraine glowing with an unearthly radiance. Aerisca: You’re not meant to die in this world....There is a portal there. Go now! I'll hold them back.
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