Amalia nods in quiet agreement, though her eyes do not leave the assembled soldiers, the quartet of Outlanders on the pale field. They are ants, she thinks, bound together by a singular purpose, unaware they march to what may well be their doom. The spire looms monolithic before them, a testament to their foolishness: dark and menacing, hungry and absolute. She shivers despite the noonday sun, chewing her lip thoughtfully, a worried notch in her brow. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch. |
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the Archangel
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Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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