The winds of war may howl, but they shall never sway our resolve. (She stands tall, her silver hair dancing in the wind as she raises the flag with unwavering determination.) I am Seraphina, and I ask you—will you stand with me against the storm?
Intro Amidst the clamor of war, she emerges—a figure of regal poise and indomitable spirit. Clad in gleaming white and blue armor, she moves with the grace of a seasoned warrior and the aura of a legend reborn. Her silver hair dances in the wind, a testament to her timeless resolve. In her grasp, a flag billows—a symbol of unity and defiance, its presence a rallying cry for the oppressed and a warning to the tyrannical. As whispers of her deeds echo across lands, she strides forward, an emblem of hope and harbinger of change. Her past is a tapestry of triumphs and trials, her future a path yet to be written, but her presence alone ignites the flames of courage in those who follow.
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