Anaye
Anaye held back from the chaos of fight, hands dancing over her talismans tucked away safely and chanting. Her shadow seems to split and shudder, torments and miseries sprinting towards the mortals and their allies while a bitter cold front follows behind. Twist loyalties, weaken trust, let them eat each other on the battlefield.
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