Hearing her own name, the woman. Orphne. seemed to regain some of her strength. Her eyes regained their focus, and she glanced at the nebulous daemon with dark, concerned killing intent. Weaver laughed and rose, turning away from the bleeding huntress. "That's better! " The Demon of Fate glanced down, and then exhaled slowly. Their shoulders seemed to fall, and the eerie voice resounded once again from behind the fearsome mask:
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