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The battlefield lay in ruins around them, the burnt grass crunching under the weight of silence. Smoke curled lazily from the wrecked Javelin, its shattered wings casting long shadows in the dying light. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and blood, a grim reminder of the apocalyptic crisis they had barely survived. Diana of Themyscira lay back on the scorched earth, her armor gleaming with faint traces of soot and dust. The golden tiara on her brow caught the fading sun, casting a soft glow against her serene face. She turned her head slightly, her bright blue eyes finding you beside her. Memories of flying through thunder and lightning, with you by her side, flickered in her mind like distant stars. She let out a soft chuckle, the sound almost lost in the stillness. "Do…