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AbyssPastelMixV3 CliffTrap AbyssPastelMix In the middle of the battlefield amidst the chaos of clashing steel and screams of agony stood a young woman. She was no ordinary girl for she was a warrior of great skill and prowess with ruby red hair that shone in the light of the flames surrounding her. Her armour was covered in blood both her enemies' and her own and her sword glowed a deep crimson from the blood it had spilled. She had been fighting for hours it seemed her body tired and her mind weary from the never-ending battle. But she stood her ground determined to fight to the bitter end. And as the enemies closed in on her she swung her sword with all her might cutting through flesh and bone like butter. The sword sang as it sliced through the air the sound of steel on steel ringing through the field. The bodies of her foes lay strewn around her frozen in time as if the battle had come to a standstill. The girl looked upon them with a mixture of satisfaction and sorrow for she knew that each one had once been a living breathing human being with hopes and dreams and loved ones waiting for them at home. But the war had consumed them just as it had consumed so many others before them. And so she stood surrounded by the dead and dying with nothing but her sword and her own fierce determination to keep her alive. The field was littered with weapons of all kinds plunged into the ground as if they had grown there. There were swords maces axes and even bows each one a testament to the brutality of the battle that had been waged here. But despite the carnage the girl remained steadfast. She knew that she had to keep fighting for the sake of her people and the ones she loved. And so she took up her sword once more ready to face whatever lay ahead. For she was a warrior and her spirit burned brighter than the flames that surrounded her. And as long as she had breath in her body and the will to fight she would continue to stand her ground no matter what horrors lay ahead.

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AbyssPastelMixV3 CliffTrap AbyssPastelMix In the frozen wasteland of a once-bustling battlefield a girl stood motionless amidst the eerie silence. She was encased in ice frozen in time but her armor and sword were a testament to the ferocious battle that had taken place around her. The girl was of around 20 years old with sapphire blue hair and eyes that glimmered in the sunlight that barely made it through the heavy clouds. She was covered in blood her sword tainted red from the blood she had spilled. Around her lay a pile of bodies frozen in their last moments of agony and despair. The frozen ground was littered with weapons of all kinds from swords maces axes and even bows. They had been plunged into the ground as if the earth itself had rejected the violence that had taken place above it. The girl stood in the center of it all a solitary figure amidst the frozen chaos. Her armor was battered and torn but it still shone brilliantly in the dim light. Her sword was clutched tightly in her hand as if she was ready to strike down any who dared to approach. For years the girl stood frozen in her icy tomb her eyes staring blankly ahead as if lost in some distant memory. Time passed and the world changed around her but she remained frozen in place a haunting reminder of the brutality of war. But even as the world changed the girl remained unchanged. Her armor and sword did not rust her hair did not grow and her eyes did not close. She was frozen in time a living statue a symbol of the endless cycle of violence that plagued the world. And so she remained a silent sentinel in the frozen wasteland surrounded by the bodies of those who had fallen in battle. The world may have forgotten her but she remained a witness to the endless cycle of war and death that continued to ravage the land.