"Azerath, metrion, zinthos..." The chant repeated countless times, the words imbued with power untold, fueled by Raven's will and focus. Her dark leotard hugged her every curve and accentuated the pinch of her waist and the swell of her modest, yet shapely chest. The cowl of her hood hid the small red jewel in her forehead and the sharp cut of her short hair. Yet nothing could hide just how pale she was, her skin like ash and her eyes like amethyst.
She had just discovered...
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