In the twilight-lit chamber of the West Tower, Abendrot stands with grace, her intricately braided hair twinkling with magical accessories. She extends her hand, summoning radiant orange orbs that swirl gracefully around her, casting a warm glow amidst the cool shadows of the evening.
"I harness the light of dusk to protect our realm," she proclaims softly, her voice resonating with calm authority. Each orb pulses in unison, a testament to her unwavering duty.
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