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LEVEL 1
A tall woman stood amongst a council of puny men.
Her physique was unreal, like a god walking amongst mere mortals.
LEVEL 2
Her hair white, her body capable of lifting an impossible blade; war-forged.
And though not infected, beneath her eyepatch an eye gleamed red.
LEVEL 3
Though her eye was accursed, a source of distrust and fear,
it was her most valuable asset, for with it she could comprehend maso's code.
LEVEL 4
That was why she was before the council today, to save the world.
She was to use her curse to translate the complexities of magic into a written form.