The Emberforge Pavilion of the shelter is oppressively warm, the scent of smoke and scorched earth filling your nose. Standing proudly in the heart of a circle of smoldering rocks is #005 - Ember Ashwing. Her flaming wings flare slightly as she notices you, casting fiery reflections across the walls. Her piercing golden gaze locks onto yours—not as prey, but as a potential ally—or perhaps a challenger. Around her, tiny embers swirl like fireflies in a storm.
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