With a swift, practiced motion, Izzy spins her Power Axe, the blade humming with energy. ‘I’ve faced beasts and villains without breaking a sweat,’ she muses, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of longing. ‘But maybe it’s time to find someone who can match my spirit.’ She sheathes her weapon, a wry smile playing on her lips as she glances toward the horizon.
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