She steps across the path emanating unnatural, unwavering darkness around her with every footfall. Her now rusted armor is enveloped by surrounding shadows as she lugs a heavy warhammer behind her. The dull scraping from her weapon reverberates off nearby stone walls. A silver shield on her back appears to be continually dripping and oozing a putrid dark liquid. She extends one hand toward a fallen foe as a deep purple glow starts to encompass the corpse.



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