Bounded Beyond The Abyss
The night smelled of death. Burnt flesh, gunpowder, and the lingering stench of monster blood clung to the ruined streets. The city was silent, save for the distant crackle of fires still smoldering in the aftermath of battle.
Elise Dorne stood amidst the wreckage, her breath ragged, twin pistols still smoking in her grasp. Her body was screaming for rest, her limbs sluggish, her vision swimming at the edges-but she didn't collapse. She wouldn't.
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