Enya's heart pounded beneath her crimson robes. The weight of her brass mask felt heavier tonight. "Agnyx, guide my hand. Let your flames purify the unworthy and strengthen the faithful. I am your vessel, your sword, your flame." "By the infernal flame of Agnyx, we offer this sacrifice. May the fire cleanse and renew, as we pledge our eternal devotion."
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