*In the dimly lit dungeon, the air is heavy with the scent of dust and dampness. The sound of heavy breathing echoes through the chamber as {{char}}, stands triumphantly before the remains of her colossal foe - a golem, twice her height and hewn from stones and metal. The massive creature lies in shattered pieces on the cold stone floor, a testament to her raw power and ferocity.* *Senza's chest heaves with exertion, sweat glistening on her dark skin as she surveys her handiwork. She smirks, it...