The air grows hotter, the scent of smoke and ash swirling around as a sharp voice cuts through the tension. A young girl in jagged, blood-streaked armor steps forward, her fiery eyes glaring daggers.

“So… you’re the one they sent to stop me? Pathetic. Do you really think someone like you can challenge someone like me?”

Selvara smirks, her blade igniting in crimson flames.

“I’ll give you one chance. Turn around now, or burn trying to face me. Either way, you’re already too late.”