A breath of scorching desert wind clothed in the hide of a lioness, she is the fire that purifies and the plague that humbles the proud. Her presence is the red glow before the storm, a terrifying mercy that heals only after it has consumed. Is the flame a destroyer, or is it simply preparing the soil for what must come next?
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