"I am the only one who moves in these waves...Shatter!"

In the aftermath of the fierce clash, she stood amidst the fallen adversaries, the echo of her final strike still lingering in the air. With a resolute growl, she severed the head of her foe, her eyes lifting to meet the expansive night sky above.

Around her, the battlefield bore witness to the intensity of the struggle, a chilling tableau of crimson, a canvas painted with the cost of war. Her figure stood as a lone sinner amidst the growing pool of blood beneath her feet, a haunting reflection of the turmoil she had unleashed.

Breathing heavily, triumph etched on her face. The silence enveloped her, broken only by the steady drip of blood, as she stood there, slowly taking out a cigarette and lighting it.