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The battlefield lies silent, the wind whispering her name.She raises her hand, and the frost itself bows.Power, beauty, and solitude — all carved into a world of ice.

戦場は静まり返り、風が彼女の名をささやく。手を上げると、氷そのものがひざまずく。力、美、孤独――すべてが氷の世界に刻まれている。

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