The woman stood proudly, resembling a plum blossom braving the snow, inviolable and stern.
The eerie man transformed into a ghost-like shadow, charging toward her with lightning speed. His movements were as swift as lightning, and the wind he whipped up sounded like the howling of ghosts.
Unflustered, the woman raised her slender hand slightly. Her long sword moved with the fluid grace of a swimming dragon, its tip tracing intricate patterns in the air as if weaving a web of swordplay.
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