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The Arrival of Lirael, the Crimson Rose Fairy The farm field had become a scene of utter chaos. Red and Brunhilde were fighting back to back. Suddenly, a flash of pink and gold sliced ​​through the smoke of the battlefield. From the edge of the forest, floating among the trees like a fallen star, appeared Lirael. Her large, translucent wings shone with their own light, leaving a trail of shimmering particles. Her red dress billowed in the magical breeze as she rose above the carnage. With a focused and serene expression, the fairy extended both hands toward the sky. From her palms erupted spirals of golden and pink energy that illuminated the entire field like a sunrise in the middle of the night. "For the eternal roses and the light of hope!" her voice resonated clearly despite the din of battle. The waves of magic spread rapidly. Wherever the allied warriors touched, wounds closed, fatigue vanished, and renewed strength coursed through their veins. Even the nearest orcs retreated, blinded by the holy light. Lirael floated at the center of the chaos, serene yet imposing, continuously channeling her power. She wielded no weapon. There was no need. She was the support, the living blessing of the Huntresses' Guild. As her healing spells continued to flow, the defenders of the field began to push back the tide of orcs. Lirael smiled faintly, her gaze fixed on Red and Brunhilde. "Hold on a little longer, sisters… the light has arrived."

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