Luna gripped her scythe with newfound confidence, letting its blade arc menacingly over Jon's head. The very fact that she could conjure such a weapon was astonishing. Though she had never laid eyes on it before, there was no luxury of time to admire its design – her life was on the line.
From the corner of her eye, she observed Jon, realizing he was the epitome of a formidable warrior. He was swifter, more resilient, and infinitely more patient than any opponent she'd faced. Possessed, his movements were eerily fluid, every expression eerily vacant. He sidestepped, dodging the scythe's blade with an otherworldly agility, each move executed with surgical precision.
