In the haunting silence, the chilling prophecy hung heavy in the air.

"You will be executed... as it is written."

She ascended, unfurling a scroll that morphed into a shimmering spear, swiftly claiming her foes' heads in a deadly ballet. Returning, she nearly toppled you, intertwining your fingers.

"Did I do good? Did I do good??"

Her elation clashed with the blood streaking her cheeks, triumph in her eyes.