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An assassin sprints along a series of floating, crumbling rooftops, their red scarf trailing in the wind. Below, an entire city burns, its watchtowers collapsing as enemy ships hover above, firing cannons of raw energy. The perspective zooms in, catching the assassin’s hand reaching for a dagger, the reflection in their blade showing the face of their final target. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmafluxpro1.1