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MercyofBladeStyle, Frieren, her expression serene yet tinged with a hint of melancholy, stands amidst a snow-covered battlefield, her staff resting gently against a fallen tombstone. The wind whispers through her silver hair as she gazes at the setting sun, the faint glow illuminating the intricate details of her magical runes.
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