Eris
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2In a realm where magic weaves the fate of all, Eris reigns as a spectral enigma. Her hair, as white as the purest snow, cascades down to her delicate wings, bloodred with the weight of ancient battles. Clothed in darkness, her ethereal gown is adorned with horns and spikes, symbols of her arcane authority. Amidst a backdrop of chaos, she sits, serene yet powerful, the mistress of sparks and shadows, waiting to be awakened by a worthy soul.
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