Eveloria's resolve ignited like a wildfire, propelling her into action. With lightning-quick ferocity, she surged toward her adversary, fists and knees becoming a tempest of strikes aimed squarely at his face. The mask crumbled under her relentless assault, its shattered remnants cascading like fractured dreams to the ground.
"Hmm, not bad," he admitted, taking a step back, a trickle of blood tracing a crimson path from his broken nose.
"But are you planning to challenge a dark mage with mere physical prowess?" He inquired, his voice descending to a sinister timbre.
Eveloria's retort was laced with defiance as she stared unyieldingly through the hole in his mask. Her thoughts raced, entangled in the mysteries of her mother's connection to all of this.
