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Fueled by an inexplicable surge of energy, perhaps born from the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Lunara felt a primal instinct take over. Ignoring the poison that clawed at her insides, she leaped at her betrayer's back with the ferocity of a predator, her dagger poised to strike.

But her benefactor was ready. With a casual smirk, he slid to the side, evading her attack effortlessly. Lunara's heart sank as she realized she had pounced on nothing but empty air. His teasing voice echoed mockingly in her ears, "Do you still have that energy? I wonder where it came from?"

The sound of his laughter ignited the fire of rage burning within her. In that moment, she was not just a fallen disciple; she was a force of nature, driven by the loss of her clan and the betrayal that had shattered her world. The bloodlust that consumed her was intoxicating, amplifying her senses and sharpening her instincts.

With a roar of fury, Lunara turned on her heels, her instincts guiding her as she lunged at him once more. She was relentless, a whirlwind of anger and vengeance, unwilling to let him escape a second time. Each movement was fueled by the memories of her family, the dreams that had been ripped away, and the oath she had sworn to avenge them.

She would not fail again. This time, she would strike true. The dagger was an extension of her will, and she would ensure that her betrayer tasted the bitterness of his treachery. As she lunged forward again, the air crackled with tension, the culmination of her rage and the strength of her resolve manifesting in a single, determined strike.