Placeholder: Vex'na moves with the fluid precision of someone who's spent a lifetime turning potential death into momentary survival. Her axe cleaves through the neck of the spear-carrying ghoul in a single, brutal stroke. Black ichor sprays in an arc, but the decapitated body stumbles forward, fingers still grasping for purchase on its weapon. Vex'na moves with the fluid precision of someone who's spent a lifetime turning potential death into momentary survival. Her axe cleaves through the neck of the spear-carrying ghoul in a single, brutal stroke. Black ichor sprays in an arc, but the decapitated body stumbles forward, fingers still grasping for purchase on its weapon.

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Vex'na moves with the fluid precision of someone who's spent a lifetime turning potential death into momentary survival. Her axe cleaves through the neck of the spear-carrying ghoul in a single, brutal stroke. Black ichor sprays in an arc, but the decapitated body stumbles forward, fingers still grasping for purchase on its weapon.

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