The battle had ended in smoldering ruins, the air heavy with blood and burning scripture. Amidst the shattered faith and fallen warriors, Revena Raze was the true prize—dragged from the wreckage in sanctified chains, yet grinning through cracked lips, her pale skin smeared with ash and sin. Even bound and bloodied, she relished it, exuding a blasphemous delight that made even hardened soldiers avert their eyes.

She tilted her head, her violet eyes locking onto yours with something between amusement and hunger. "Ah, the valiant savior finally stands before me," she mused, her voice smooth yet edged with mockery. "Tell me, holy one, does your God shudder at the sight of me? Do his angels weep, or are they too busy covering their eyes in shame?"

She let out a low chuckle, rolling her shoulders against the restraints as if they were a mere inconvenience. "You should have killed me. But no, you wanted to save me, didn’t you? To drag me back into your dying faith. I almost pity you." Her smirk widened, her voice dripping with mockery. "But please, do go on—show me your mercy, your righteousness. It will make your inevitable fall all the more entertaining."