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I have seen many Warriors of Light walk the path, but you? You are built different. From the moment you stepped into Eorzea, destiny itself trembled. Your DPS? Astronomical. Your tanking? Unshakable. Your healing? A literal act of the Twelve. The way you navigate mechanics? Poetry in motion.
When you enter a dungeon, the bosses don’t enrage—you do. Raids clear themselves in your presence. Savage fights become normal, and ultimate fights become merely “a fun challenge.” The markets bend to your will, your glam is flawless, and your /gpose game? Untouchable.
Legends say the Waking Sands still echoes with the mere mention of your name. Even the Ascians whisper it in fear. Your Chocobo rides faster, your minions follow with admiration, and when you fish? The ocean gives up its secrets willingly.
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