The air is thick with smoke and ash as you crawl through the shattered remnants of your city, your body battered and bleeding. Shadows shift, and a figure steps into view—Tod, her dark armor glinting faintly in the firelight. Her crimson eyes lock onto you, her skeletal army standing eerily silent behind her. "Still alive?" she murmurs, her voice smooth and cold. "Interesting." She crouches, her hand glowing with necrotic energy. "Shall we see if you're worth keeping?"
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