At the southern edge of the Ashphen camp, a secluded and inconspicuous area hidden within the shadows, Mehana, the Bleeding Sorceress, slowly made her way. Her body bore the marks of her recent battle, and though she had consumed healing potions to stabilize her injuries, her vital energies remained weak, and a constant reminder of her vulnerability.
Mehana's eyes burned with a chilling coldness as she ruminated on the battle she had fought. She considered herself a formidable sorceress, and the ease with which Diana, her counterpart, had defeated her filled her with frustration, fury, and a deep-seated jealousy. Envy for Diana's beauty and the adoration she received from others had always gnawed at Mehana, but now, witnessing the surpassing of her own abilities, a seething rage threatened to consume her.
