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A priestess of entropy, her ashen robes constantly disintegrating and reforming, her face obscured by a mask of melted silver. Her Scythe, "Void’s Whisper," siphons the essence of reality itself, unraveling existence with each cut. Where she walks, time slows, the world turns to grayscale, and even the gods dare not look into her empty, endless eyes. , ppstorybook, aidmamj6.1