Raw numbers are but instruments; their true melody sung by the traits and tactics woven into my gear and skillset. Imagine my armor, not just deflecting blows, but imbued with TL Lucent crackling electricity, sending jolts of pain through my attackers and amplifying the tempo of my offensive strikes. Or picture my boots, not just granting swiftness, but leaving behind trails of shadowy...
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