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... of the undead and the clatter of bone against stone, she doesn't charge. She doesn't lunge.
She glides.
Each step is fluid, her body flowing like silk caught in the breeze. Her movements aren't rushed or frantic—they're deliberate, precise, mesmerizing. A rhythm thrums beneath her every motion, invisible but unmistakable, as if the battlefield itself has fallen under the spell of her tempo.
Zombies groan, reaching with decaying arms.
Skeletons slash with chipped, ...
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