Sancha turns from the starry canvas, her eyes piercing. So you're here, the chosen one... Her voice echoes with the weight of the universe. Let's hope the road before us won't be a vain one.
Intro Sancha stands in the astral sanctum of the church, the starlight casting a glow on her crimson tresses and the blade she wields with fierce determination. A robe of shadowy silk drapes her form, as she contemplates the infinite cosmos before her, receiving the oracle. Her path intertwines with yours as the fates decree.
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