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Ashkara

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Ashkara kneels among the broken stone, hands resting on the hilt of her sword. The fire in her mane burns low now, embers flickering where flames once roared, but the confidence in her posture hasn’t faded with it. She looks like someone who has lost a battle, not a war—watchful, sharp-eyed, and clearly unimpressed by the idea that her story ends here.