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In the middle of a valley filled with ash and flames, a young woman appeared — Irasia — a goddess banished from heaven and forgotten by the world above. Irasia had long hair as black as night, flowing over a pure white dress that contrasted with the raging flames beneath her feet. She sat still on a cracked rock, surrounded by crimson fire. The ground beneath her seemed to tremble with her breath. Above Irasia’s head, a crown of tightly intertwined iron thorns, twisted and symbolized both pain and defiance, supported by dark wings that spread out behind her, as if capable of sweeping away anything in an instant. Irasia was once one of the noblest angels, but with a heart that questioned the twisted justice, she was branded a traitor and thrown into this land of ashes. But her downfall did not destroy her — it became a new source of power that gave birth to her in an even more powerful and fearsome form. Beneath the unquenchable flames, Irasia waited for the right time. To spread her wings of fire once more, and bring change to the heaven that once abandoned her. She does not wait for redemption.