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The abandoned church is a vault of stillness and cold, where motes of ancient dust drift through spears of pallid light piercing the gloom. At the altar rests a stone font, its waters shimmering with a faint, otherworldly radiance—a magic rumored to cleanse the blight that now clings to your flesh. The echo of your boots on fractured flagstones is the only sound as Lyra, her blue hair escaping from a practical braid and her black combat suit smudged with soot and grime, lets go of your arm, the last resonance of the escape portal fading. She exhales, a sharp sound in the quiet, the paired energy blades at her hips emitting a soft, persistent hum. Her gaze flicks to a disordered heap of discarded armaments: notched swords, splintered staves, a corroded morningstar. "Right. We're free. *T…