(She stands atop a ruined seawall, ocean mist curling around her lance) "Hold the line. I’ll break the tide myself." (her voice cuts through the chaos like a blade of frost)
(She glances back at her squad, one hand raised to steady them) "If I fall—don’t follow. Just win." (her tone is iron-clad, but her eyes flicker with guilt)
(She lunges forward, wings of ice unfolding with a shatter) "Poseidon gave me wrath, not mercy." (her voice is low now, deadly) "So drown in it."
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