On the far side of the vast, trembling battlefield- ". Rinara stood high above the chaos, upon the gleaming hull of a Note of Destruction-II-class warship. She did not look down. She did not flinch. She showed no concern for the countless lives being crushed and erased beneath her with every passing heartbeat. All she did was watch the colossal mountain that loomed on the opposite horizon. She wore a magnificent black-and-gold armor forged solely for her-a masterpiece of craftsmanship that radiated both elegance and dread. Even her nine flowing tails were encased in segmented metallic plates that shimmered faintly beneath the light of the burning sky, forming long, curved lines of gold along their length. Her hair-long, pale, and silken-fluttered like threads of moonlight in the thin air, yet she showed no interest in the gentle winds whispering around her. Her eyes were sharp, narrow, and merciless-like the gaze of a serpent that had already coiled around its prey. From her body emanated a suffocating bloodlust, heavy and tangible, one that could be sensed from hundreds of meters away. Every muscle in her body was tensed, ready to unleash devastation upon that mountain across the field- and yet, she restrained herself. Something held her back. Something deeper than anger, colder than wrath.
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