She rose from the heart of the arctic sea, where ice meets fury and waves break like beasts against the sky. But she stood unfazed. Draped in silk and lace, untamed and divine. Her wet legs glistened under the gray light, defying both cold and convention.The ocean clawed at her, but it wasn’t the sea that held danger. It was her. Her curvaceous silhouette, her mystic power. The storm bent around her like it knew her name. Behind her, barely visible, loomed a sleek, steel structure... part vessel, part armor. A floating weapon of war. Was it hers? Was she more than human? Some whispered of the return of the Ship-Girls, ancient spirits forged in steel and flame. If that was true… then this one had just awakened.
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