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A harpy bursts from an ancient, crumbling tomb, the dimly lit interior illuminated by a burst of dusty sunlight that sets the surrounding air ablaze with swirling motes of debris. Dust trails behind her in a maddened dance, as if the very fabric of the tomb has been ripped asunder by her frenzied escape. Her massive, snow-white wings unfurl with unbelievable force, their delicate membranes rippling with a life-like tension as she catapults herself into the bright, unforgiving world beyond. Her face, twisted in a scream of unbridled wrath, seems to be contorted into a mask of perpetual rage, her features a blur of snarling fury as she unleashes a battle cry that sends shivers down the spine. Her body is angled forward in a sudden, deadly attack, her lean, muscular physique a blur of movement as she zeroes in on an unknown target with the ferocity of a wounded beast. A tangled mass of dark hair whip-lashes about her face, her eyes blazing with a malevolent light that seems to pierce the very soul. Close up, her features are a kaleidoscope of raw emotion, a testament to the unbridled power of her fury as she bursts forth from the tomb, her wings beating the air into a frenzy, her eyes blazing with an unholy intensity.