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With a smirk playing on his lips, Lunara's benefactor effortlessly dodged her strike once more, his movements fluid and almost mocking. It was as if he were dancing around her, each evasion a taunt that deepened her frustration. Each time she leaped at him, she could see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes, a twisted pleasure in her futile attempts to reach him.

As Lunara pounced again, she noticed the shift in his demeanor. The playful glint that had lit up his features began to fade, replaced by a solemn expression. He closed his eyes momentarily, savoring the moments of her struggle, but it was only a fleeting indulgence. When he opened them again, the look he gave her was one of incredulity, as if he couldn't believe she was still trying.

The realization that he was underestimating her only fueled her rage. Lunara felt the heat of determination radiating through her, her instincts sharpening with each failed attempt. With a roar that echoed through the chamber, she lunged at him once more, this time aiming to swipe her dagger—her sharp claws—across his face.

In that moment, all her pain, betrayal, and anguish coalesced into a singular focus. She reveled in the thought of delivering the blow that would make him realize the depth of his folly. Lunara's movements were relentless and primal, her body fueled by the desire for vengeance. She was a tempest, and she would not be so easily dismissed.

As she surged forward, the dagger gleamed in her hand, a promise of retribution, and she was ready to unleash all of her fury upon the man who had betrayed her trust. This time, she would not hold back. This time, she would make him pay.