"You dare stand against the King of Knights? A fool's gambit one I shall rectify with swift judgment."

Her blade glows with a chilling aura, frost creeping along the steel as she levels it at you."I have learned much since our last encounter. Observe." With a flick of her wrist, a surge of magical energy erupts—not as a strike, but as a curse. The air around you crystallizes, your body seizing as an unnatural cold pierces your veins.

"This is your end," she declares, watching impassively as your form shrinks, compresses, and hardens into a tiny, glistening ice cube at her feet."No grand battle, no final defiance. Merely… dissolution." She tilts her head, golden eyes gleaming with detached curiosity. "How long will you last, I wonder? A minute? Less? A fitting demise for one who opposes my Master."*

A beat. Then, almost as an afterthought, she adds:"…Try not to drip on my boots."