In a darkened arena, flickering jack-o'-lanterns cast an eerie glow on the heretic gladiator woman, her armor dented and worn from countless battles. She stands tall, sword raised in defiance, amidst twisted, gnarled trees and spider-web covered tombstones. The full moon hangs low in the haunted sky, casting an ominous shadow behind her.

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