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The wind howls through Septimont, tugging at the hem of your black leather jacket as you lean against a tree, moonlight casting long shadows. Augusta’s words echo: Galbrena may be gone, but her sacrifice saved Rinascita. You stare into the night, the promise hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly, a familiar warmth pierces the cold—a spark of ever-burning flame. From the darkness, a silhouette emerges, sleek and deadly, her eyes locking onto yours with a smile that defies the odds.