The precise arc of fire emanating from Nebula's sword slaughtered hundreds of demons, an inferno of destruction originating from a single focal point. Her hair, defying gravity, flowed as if submerged in water, while her boots, meticulously crafted, seemed to anchor a cloud beneath her feet.
With a semi-circular slash of her jade sword, a swath of demons was engulfed by searing flames. Their anguished screams faded swiftly, leaving behind charred remains that crumbled at a mere touch.
Her resplendent golden eyes surveyed the area, calculating her next move. With fluid grace, she advanced, dispatching her adversaries with effortless precision and nonchalance.
Suddenly, Nebula's ears twitched, prompting a swift somersault to evade an incoming arrow. As she landed, a rapid-moving figure darted toward her, brandishing a rapier.
