Placeholder: In the ruined North Pole, she stands like a dark deity of destruction, her sharp heels crushing shattered remnants of a forgotten festivity. A muscular faerie, her stripped leather armor stained with blood, her lithe frame wrapped in frayed crimson velvet, the edges dripping with viscous green sludge. Her glowing emerald eyes, full of malice, survey the wasteland as she grips a broad sword in one hand and a jagged candy cane in the other, both weapons dripping with the same toxic ooze. The sky a In the ruined North Pole, she stands like a dark deity of destruction, her sharp heels crushing shattered remnants of a forgotten festivity. A muscular faerie, her stripped leather armor stained with blood, her lithe frame wrapped in frayed crimson velvet, the edges dripping with viscous green sludge. Her glowing emerald eyes, full of malice, survey the wasteland as she grips a broad sword in one hand and a jagged candy cane in the other, both weapons dripping with the same toxic ooze. The sky a

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In the ruined North Pole, she stands like a dark deity of destruction, her sharp heels crushing shattered remnants of a forgotten festivity. A muscular faerie, her stripped leather armor stained with blood, her lithe frame wrapped in frayed crimson velvet, the edges dripping with viscous green sludge. Her glowing emerald eyes, full of malice, survey the wasteland as she grips a broad sword in one hand and a jagged candy cane in the other, both weapons dripping with the same toxic ooze. The sky a

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