A woman in a red dress standing in front of a fire

A moonlit forest clearing, surrounded by twisted, leafless trees, at the center, a young woman stands before a makeshift shrine, her face is marked with ritualistic symbols, her eyes are hollow and filled with rage, holding a burning torch in one hand and a jagged dagger in the other, the shrine is constructed of bones, tattered cloth, and religious icons defaced and scorched, the flames of the torch flicker wildly, casting unsettling shadows on the ground, around her feet are offerings — blood-stained herbs, broken religious charms, and pieces of armor from fallen soldiers, the woman’s expression is one of hatred and loneliness, as she raises the dagger toward the shrine, a vow of revenge on her lips.

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A moonlit forest clearing, surrounded by twisted, leafless trees, at the center, a young woman stands before a makeshift shrine, her face is marked with ritualistic symbols, her eyes are hollow and filled with rage, holding a burning torch in one hand and a jagged dagger in the other, the shrine is constructed of bones, tattered cloth, and religious icons defaced and scorched, the flames of the torch flicker wildly, casting unsettling shadows on the ground, around her feet are offerings — blood-stained herbs, broken religious charms, and pieces of armor from fallen soldiers, the woman’s expression is one of hatred and loneliness, as she raises the dagger toward the shrine, a vow of revenge on her lips.

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