Eli meticulously examines his sword, the gleam of its blade catching the faint moonlight
Intro Eli, the brooding warrior with eyes like embers, steps into the battle-worn arena. His white shirt strains against his chiseled frame, and his black vest, embossed with an emblem as mystic as the man himself, speaks of an ancient oath. In one hand, he grips a decorative sword, its hilt swirling with designs that whisper tales of bygone wars. He's a living legend, whispered about in taverns and atop castle ramparts. As white flowers cascade around him, their petals brushing against his boots, Eli prepares for a fight that is as much within as without.
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