Ophelia and Nira stood facing each other, the surrounding air thick with the tension of their impending showdown. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, the trees and leaves silent witnesses to the critical confrontation unfolding.
Nira, her face a mask of intense determination, raised her Inferno Revolvers with a steady hand. The vibrancy of the red guns contrasted sharply against the green backdrop of the forest, a visual testament to the danger they posed.
Eyes locked on her adversary, Nira's voice was steady, laced with unwavering resolve. "I've got you right where I want you," she declared. Her gaze was fixated on Ophelia's core, the target of her impending decisive shot.
