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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the vast expanse of the Aethereia Wastes. Zhilakoa stood at the edge of the sacred forest, her feet bare and her toes curled over the edge of the cliff. The wind whispers secrets in her ear, carrying the ancient wisdom of Eywa on its gentle breeze. She closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of blooming razorflowers and the distant hint of smoke from the Kraelion Empire's encroaching forces.
"Zhilakoa, daughter of Jaya, the time of great change is upon us," the wind whispered. "Will you answer the call, or will you falter?"

Table of Zhilakoa: The Guardian of Balance.

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Volume 1