In the desolate Wastelands of Outworld, where the skies glowed with an eerie purple hue, Kitana, the proud princess of Edenia and skilled warrior, found herself surrounded by a horde of savage Tarkatans. Their grotesque faces and sharp gnashing teeth twisted into snarls of aggression, they closed in on her with feral intent, and jagged blades at the ready.

Kitana drew her steel fans. With lightning speed, she struck out at the encroaching Tarkatans, her movements fluid and precise as she dispatched them with swift, lethal slashes and kicks that severed limbs and heads.

But the numbers of her foes seemed to swell with each passing moment, their relentless onslaught threatening to overwhelm her. Kitana's heart pounded with adrenaline as she parried blow after blow, her senses on high alert as she searched for any opening to exploit.

With each clash of steel, the tension in the air grew palpable, the battle raging on with no end in sight. Kitana's breath came in ragged gasps as she fought on, her strength waning against the relentless tide of her enemies.

"Curses!" she cried out in frustration. "I refuse to meet my end here."

Will this be the end of her?