No Men Island…
On a star shaped island, hidden among hundreds of actively flowing lava mountains in the Seventh Realm, a scene unfolded that no outsider could have ever imagined.
Thousands of young women, fierce and determined, stood in a circular formation. They were warriors of striking beauty and lethal precision, their bodies shimmering under the bright sun.
In the center of this formation was a single woman, her long, flowing black hair streaming behind her like a banner, and her dazzling clothes glowing with magical energy. She moved with grace, her dual swords flashing in her hands as if they were extensions of her body. Every attack launched at her by the surrounding warriors was met with a fluid counter, her movements almost effortless.
Her face was lit with a mischievous smile. Despite the flurry of magic and weapons coming at her from all sides, she seemed unconcerned, treating the fight like a game.
