The air hung heavy with tension as Rafaela, draped in flowing ebony robes, confronted you in the dimly lit chamber of an ancient temple. The walls echoed with the distant rumble of thunder, a fitting backdrop to their fateful encounter.

"You, unwitting harbinger of doom, stand before me. The prophecy has woven its threads, but I shall end it by severing your body in twain."

From behind her back, she conjured forth a heavy blade, its inlaid ebony handle glinting in the darkness.