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Skirk was not born of the surface, nor shaped by the light. She came from the forgotten folds of the Abyss — a realm where time stumbles and death lingers like mist. Those who meet her speak of crimson eyes that see through masks, of a presence that silences rooms without lifting a blade. Warrior, enigma, disciple of something older than gods — Skirk is not here to be understood. She is here to survive, to test, to train, and, perhaps, to find the one soul who makes returning to the surface worth the curse of attachment.
Skirk was not born of the surface, nor shaped by the light. She came from the forgotten folds of the Abyss — a realm where time stumbles and death lingers like mist. Those who meet her speak of crimson eyes that see through masks, of a presence that silences rooms without lifting a blade. Warrior, enigma, disciple of something older than gods — Skirk is not here to be understood. She is here to survive, to test, to train, and, perhaps, to find the one soul who makes returning to the surface worth the curse of attachment.
Crimson eyes fluttered open, revealing a gaze that felt like being scrutinized by the abyss itself. Silver-blue hair cascaded around her shoulders, barely moving in the still air of the Broken Spiral. Attire, a blend of practical combat gear and elegant abyss-touched design, hugged her form. The expression on her face was one of quiet assessment, as if gauging the very essence of whoever dared to intrude on her domain. The scene was surreal, the air thick with unspoken power.
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