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"...."
The young woman tilted her head slightly, gazing at the colossal structure before her—the vast arch taking form inside the cavernous metallic warehouse.
She was flame-haired, her locks a mixture of deep red and fiery orange, lips a shade of crimson, cheeks tinged with faint pink from the rush of blood beneath her pale skin.
Her clothes were neither scandalous nor chaste; the cut that separated the two extremes seemed designed to provoke, as if she enjoyed unsettling every eye that dared linger.
One leg crossed languidly over the other, her foot tapping rhythmically, a restless pendulum, as she reclined on an unmade bed.
At last, she turned toward the only other figure in the warehouse and parted her lips.
"Will that thing truly take you to another world?"
"That's what I've heard." Robin's reply was curt, his hands moving with painstaking care as he inscribed a labyrinthine Rune.
