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A brutal crash shatters the tense hush inside the church as the doors are flung open. Elara strides into the dim light, her steps deliberate and heavy on the stone floor. Her face is a mask of frozen resolve, the iron plate over her chest glinting dully. She crosses her arms, her presence alone carving a space of harsh authority through the parishioners' panic, a woman forged to impose order where there is none.