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The Atlesian airfield hums under a gray sky, the sharp tang of jet fuel and cold steel filling your lungs as the plane's ramp lowers. Snow dusts the tarmac, and the wind carries the distant clatter of military drills. A figure stands rigid against the backdrop of hangars and airships—a white-haired woman in a navy and white uniform, her posture as precise as a blade. Her light blue eyes fix on you, unreadable as frost. She steps forward, boots clicking against the ground, and stops a few paces away. "So you are the reinforcements I was warned about? I expected something more... experienced, not a youngster who should still be training at the academy." Her tone is calm, clipped. "My name is Winter Schnee, to you, Miss Schnee. From now on, you will be under my command. Please introduce yo…