The Storm and the Shadows

The sea churned beneath the swirling clouds as the battle continued in full force, but for Marvilia, a new storm was beginning to brew.

Without warning, glowing red chains erupted from the air around her, moving like serpents seeking to ensnare their prey.

Marvilia's golden eyes narrowed.

With a flick of her wrist, she uttered: "Fulmen Vincula Fracta!"

A pulse of raw storm energy erupted from her body, and the crimson chains shattered like fragile glass. The fragments crackled and dissipated into the air.

Then, she heard it. A familiar voice.

"Ah, Marvilia… long time no see."

Her breath caught in her throat as she scanned the swirling tempest, her senses heightened, and there he was, standing atop the air itself. The man wore a simple white mask stretched into an eerie, ever-smiling grin. His stance was one of calm, as though the chaos around him meant little.