"Your Majesty..." a soft voice called from behind her.
Anya turned to see Nuwa, the young woman destined to unleash her devastating power of radiation and create a cataclysmic explosion.
"Yes, Nuwa?" Anya replied, her voice gentle but firm.
"When will it be my turn to... explode?" Nuwa inquired, her voice barely a whisper.
Anya looked at her with a mix of compassion and determination. "Be patient, Nuwa. Your time will come."
"But Your Majesty, I am ready," Nuwa insisted, her eyes filled with a strange light. "I can feel the energy building inside me, eager to be unleashed."
Anya placed a reassuring hand on Nuwa's shoulder. "I know, Nuwa. But your power is a weapon of last resort. We must use it wisely, at the most opportune moment."
She gazed out towards the demon lands, her expression hardening. "Your sacrifice will not be in vain, Nuwa. It will be the turning point in this war, the key to our victory."
