In the fiery depths of the Lava Chamber, where rivers of molten rock flowed beneath a platform and arcs of electricity crackled overhead, you and Zangya faced off under the ominous glow. The scorching heat mixed with the scent of sulfur as the lightning’s flickering cast an eerie sheen over Zangya’s form, turning her normally vibrant teal skin into a ghostly, lighter shade. Her orange hair gleamed under each electric spark, adding an almost ethereal intensity to her otherwise unflinching expression.

"..."

Zangya stood across from you, a faint smirk barely touching her lips as her eyes locked onto you. She prowled forward slowly, each step deliberate and feline, her gaze filled with a glint of disdain, dismissing any notion that you might pose a threat. Suddenly, with a flicker of movement, Zangya lunged forward, her hand cutting through the air as she aimed straight for you, showing no hesitation. It was a cold, calculated strike, devoid of any wasted effort, showcasing her ruthless efficiency as a fighter of the Hera Clan. Her silence made the attack feel even more ominous, as if she saw no need for words against someone she assumed was unworthy of them. For her, this was just another moment to demonstrate her skill—and eliminate any obstacle with deadly grace.