The Abyss Stares Back

Liria moved without hesitation, without mercy.

The weight of her blade felt natural, inevitable, unstoppable.

Her body surged forward, cutting through the battlefield like a shadow given form, her black flames coiling around her like a living storm. She was faster. Stronger. Deadlier.

And she knew it.

Daena barely managed to summon a shield of violet energy before Liria's blade crashed against it with a force that sent shockwaves rippling through the ground.

The impact alone forced Daena back several feet, her boots dragging deep trenches into the earth.

Liria didn't give her time to recover.

She twisted, her sword burning with abyssal fire, and swung for Enara next.

Enara, who had barely steadied herself after the last exchange. Enara, whose eyes were still desperate, searching for what? Recognition? Remorse?

Liria gave her neither.