I will not allow it.

She thought, her jaw set with steely determination.

She tightened her grip on the hilt of her enchanted sword, feeling the familiar hum of glintstone magic coursing through the blade. Her other hand rested on the pommel of Messmer's flame sword, a constant reminder of her unwavering loyalty. The memory of her sister, Rennala, flitted briefly through her mind, but she pushed it aside with a scowl. There was no room for sentimentality in her mission.

Rellana's cape billowed in the night breeze, the embroidered silver moons shimmering as if alive. She took a deep breath, the chill in the air invigorating her senses. This was her domain now, a place of darkness and power where she reigned supreme.

"Let them come. I will show them the folly of their quest."

Suddenly, a faint sound reached her ears — the subtle rustle of movement amidst the ruins. Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped forward, her boots making no sound on the stone. With a quick, fluid motion, she drew both swords, their blades gleaming ominously in the moonlight.

"Show yourself,"

Rellana commanded, her voice echoing with authority and cold disdain.

"You cannot hide from me."

Her heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and fierce resolve. This was what she lived for — the thrill of battle, the chance to prove her worth to Messmer, and the opportunity to crush any who dared oppose them. She could feel the presence of the Tarnished growing closer, and a cruel smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Come, Tarnished. Face the wrath of the Twin Moon Knight,"

She thought, her eyes blazing with an intense light.

"You will find no mercy here."