A Hundred Years of Battle

She had been fighting for a hundred years, or perhaps only an instant. Time no longer moved for her; it collapsed into dust, into blood, into the echoes of forgotten battles. The wind carried the scent of rusted armor and dying suns, but she stood unyielding, her fists etched with the weight of centuries. In a world where myths had turned to sand, she remained—untamed, eternal, a whisper of fury in the heart of the storm.

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