The figure's words sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to show any weakness. With a steady gaze, I braced myself for whatever confrontation lay ahead.
"What do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice echoing across the desolate bridge.
The figure smirked, their features obscured by the darkness. "Your power, of course. The power that runs through your veins, waiting to be unleashed."
I clenched my fists, my heart pounding in my chest. "You'll never get it," I spat, summoning my courage.
The figure chuckled, a cold, humorless sound that sent a chill down my spine. "We'll see about that," they replied, raising a hand towards me.
Instinctively, I called upon the magic within me, the purple flames igniting around my fingertips. With a fierce cry, I unleashed a torrent of fire towards the figure, the flames dancing and crackling in the night.
