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	<span style="color:blue">>l elid		<span style="color:blue">>l elid<br>
	<span style="color:blue">Pale silver eyes with bright blue pupils stare down from Elide's face in an expression of cold rage. Her flowing robes billow gently around Her form. Long fingers delicately hold a longsword, its blade a sharp window into an unrecognizable field of stars.		<span style="color:blue">Pale silver eyes with bright blue pupils stare down from Elide's face in an expression of cold rage. Her flowing robes billow gently around Her form. Long fingers delicately hold a longsword, its blade a sharp window into an unrecognizable field of stars.

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	<span style="color:blue">>l issen		<span style="color:blue">>l issen<br>
	<span style="color:blue">Dark skin provides a stark contrast to Issendar's white hair. Pale silver eyes with bright green pupils gaze down with fury. Beautifully braided and knotted hair moves around Him as He firmly grasps a longsword, its blade showing a battered seascape.		<span style="color:blue">Dark skin provides a stark contrast to Issendar's white hair. Pale silver eyes with bright green pupils gaze down with fury. Beautifully braided and knotted hair moves around Him as He firmly grasps a longsword, its blade showing a battered seascape.

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	<span style="color:blue">>l kirm		<span style="color:blue">>l kirm<br>
	<span style="color:blue">Ebony skin adorned with scars covers Kirmhara's form. Pale silver eyes with bright gold pupils gaze down with fury. Long, colorless hair flows around Her as bony hands grip a longsword, its blade a sharp window into crackling flames.		<span style="color:blue">Ebony skin adorned with scars covers Kirmhara's form. Pale silver eyes with bright gold pupils gaze down with fury. Long, colorless hair flows around Her as bony hands grip a longsword, its blade a sharp window into crackling flames.

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EVYNTINE: /* Saving the World - The Fall of the Heralds (Act 3) */

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Saving the World - The Fall of the Heralds (Act 3)

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	<span style="color:red"* From the celestial arena, this cataclysmic manastorm rages, a maelstrom of pure, chaotic energy. Impossible light streams forth, not illuminating, but physically pushing against objects, sending discarded debris screeching through space as if alive. Droplets of fire manifest, not burning, but freezing points upon contact with each Immortal, leaving behind shimmering, brittle patches on their flesh. Errant energy strikes in jagged forking bolts, tearing through the ethereal expanse, each tip striking at the thirty-nine figures, charring and blistering on contact. Swirling vortices of brilliant light spin and consume, while intense flashes of heat ripple outwards, sucking energy from all around and burning in a furious gale.		<span style="color:red">* From the celestial arena, this cataclysmic manastorm rages, a maelstrom of pure, chaotic energy. Impossible light streams forth, not illuminating, but physically pushing against objects, sending discarded debris screeching through space as if alive. Droplets of fire manifest, not burning, but freezing points upon contact with each Immortal, leaving behind shimmering, brittle patches on their flesh. Errant energy strikes in jagged forking bolts, tearing through the ethereal expanse, each tip striking at the thirty-nine figures, charring and blistering on contact. Swirling vortices of brilliant light spin and consume, while intense flashes of heat ripple outwards, sucking energy from all around and burning in a furious gale.


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	<span style="color:red"* Reeling from the storm, the thirty-nine figures move to the center of the platform. At its center, one of them -- a dark-cloaked figure -- concentrates, lifting a staff and a hand, seemingly attempting to shape the storm even as it batters him. He is only marginally successful, and the raging storm continues to tear at them, lacerating golden flesh with gale force.		<span style="color:red">* Reeling from the storm, the thirty-nine figures move to the center of the platform. At its center, one of them -- a dark-cloaked figure -- concentrates, lifting a staff and a hand, seemingly attempting to shape the storm even as it batters him. He is only marginally successful, and the raging storm continues to tear at them, lacerating golden flesh with gale force.


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	<span style="color:red"* The air itself crackles with an intense smell of ozone, as bold white arcs of lightning, born of thin air, pound the silent expanse with impossible thunder, tearing at the figures on the platform. The world around the platform writhes and bends, twisting everything into a nightmarish parody of itself, stretching and pulling as if on the verge of being ripped asunder. Radiant golden light abruptly fills the sky, bringing a fleeting warmth and comfort before being violently ripped away. Inky droplets, cold and slithering, fall from nowhere, vanishing into frost laden shadows. The mana streams whip violently, fluctuating at an impossible speed, threatening to tear this celestial space into shreds under the sustained, destructive fury of the manastorm that threatens to tear existence apart.		<span style="color:red">* The air itself crackles with an intense smell of ozone, as bold white arcs of lightning, born of thin air, pound the silent expanse with impossible thunder, tearing at the figures on the platform. The world around the platform writhes and bends, twisting everything into a nightmarish parody of itself, stretching and pulling as if on the verge of being ripped asunder. Radiant golden light abruptly fills the sky, bringing a fleeting warmth and comfort before being violently ripped away. Inky droplets, cold and slithering, fall from nowhere, vanishing into frost laden shadows. The mana streams whip violently, fluctuating at an impossible speed, threatening to tear this celestial space into shreds under the sustained, destructive fury of the manastorm that threatens to tear existence apart.

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EVYNTINE: /* Saving the World - The Fall of the Heralds (Act Three) */

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	== Saving the World - The Fall of the Heralds (Act ~~Three~~) ==		== Saving the World - The Fall of the Heralds (Act 3) ==


	* The three immense Heralds hovering above draw on their unbridled power, simultaneously unleashing their purest mana energy into the skies. A shimmering, iridescent haze bursts from their forms, converging into a single, overwhelming torrent of raw magical force. This collective outpouring of divine essence forms an ethereal maelstrom, a hurricane of pure mana that begins to spin with terrifying velocity and brilliance. The overwhelming pressure of this manastorm immediately begins to stress the very fabric of reality surrounding the platform, causing the space itself to waver, shimmer, and threaten to tear apart under the impossible strain.		<span style="color:red">* The three immense Heralds hovering above draw on their unbridled power, simultaneously unleashing their purest mana energy into the skies. A shimmering, iridescent haze bursts from their forms, converging into a single, overwhelming torrent of raw magical force. This collective outpouring of divine essence forms an ethereal maelstrom, a hurricane of pure mana that begins to spin with terrifying velocity and brilliance. The overwhelming pressure of this manastorm immediately begins to stress the very fabric of reality surrounding the platform, causing the space itself to waver, shimmer, and threaten to tear apart under the impossible strain.


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	* Accompanying the raging torment, each of the Heralds gestures, summoning innumerable prismatic drakes to swarm the celestial space surrounding the platform!		<span style="color:red">* Accompanying the raging torment, each of the Heralds gestures, summoning innumerable prismatic drakes to swarm the celestial space surrounding the platform!


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	* From the celestial arena, this cataclysmic manastorm rages, a maelstrom of pure, chaotic energy. Impossible light streams forth, not illuminating, but physically pushing against objects, sending discarded debris screeching through space as if alive. Droplets of fire manifest, not burning, but freezing points upon contact with each Immortal, leaving behind shimmering, brittle patches on their flesh. Errant energy strikes in jagged forking bolts, tearing through the ethereal expanse, each tip striking at the thirty-nine figures, charring and blistering on contact. Swirling vortices of brilliant light spin and consume, while intense flashes of heat ripple outwards, sucking energy from all around and burning in a furious gale.		<span style="color:red"* From the celestial arena, this cataclysmic manastorm rages, a maelstrom of pure, chaotic energy. Impossible light streams forth, not illuminating, but physically pushing against objects, sending discarded debris screeching through space as if alive. Droplets of fire manifest, not burning, but freezing points upon contact with each Immortal, leaving behind shimmering, brittle patches on their flesh. Errant energy strikes in jagged forking bolts, tearing through the ethereal expanse, each tip striking at the thirty-nine figures, charring and blistering on contact. Swirling vortices of brilliant light spin and consume, while intense flashes of heat ripple outwards, sucking energy from all around and burning in a furious gale.


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	* Reeling from the storm, the thirty-nine figures move to the center of the platform. At its center, one of them -- a dark-cloaked figure -- concentrates, lifting a staff and a hand, seemingly attempting to shape the storm even as it batters him. He is only marginally successful, and the raging storm continues to tear at them, lacerating golden flesh with gale force.		<span style="color:red"* Reeling from the storm, the thirty-nine figures move to the center of the platform. At its center, one of them -- a dark-cloaked figure -- concentrates, lifting a staff and a hand, seemingly attempting to shape the storm even as it batters him. He is only marginally successful, and the raging storm continues to tear at them, lacerating golden flesh with gale force.


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	* The air itself crackles with an intense smell of ozone, as bold white arcs of lightning, born of thin air, pound the silent expanse with impossible thunder, tearing at the figures on the platform. The world around the platform writhes and bends, twisting everything into a nightmarish parody of itself, stretching and pulling as if on the verge of being ripped asunder. Radiant golden light abruptly fills the sky, bringing a fleeting warmth and comfort before being violently ripped away. Inky droplets, cold and slithering, fall from nowhere, vanishing into frost laden shadows. The mana streams whip violently, fluctuating at an impossible speed, threatening to tear this celestial space into shreds under the sustained, destructive fury of the manastorm that threatens to tear existence apart.		<span style="color:red"* The air itself crackles with an intense smell of ozone, as bold white arcs of lightning, born of thin air, pound the silent expanse with impossible thunder, tearing at the figures on the platform. The world around the platform writhes and bends, twisting everything into a nightmarish parody of itself, stretching and pulling as if on the verge of being ripped asunder. Radiant golden light abruptly fills the sky, bringing a fleeting warmth and comfort before being violently ripped away. Inky droplets, cold and slithering, fall from nowhere, vanishing into frost laden shadows. The mana streams whip violently, fluctuating at an impossible speed, threatening to tear this celestial space into shreds under the sustained, destructive fury of the manastorm that threatens to tear existence apart.

EVYNTINE: /* Combat Against the Drakes */

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