Darkness pulsed with an ominous rhythm as Number 1 held Luna by the neck, her grip unrelenting. Luna's breath came in gasps, her golden eyes flickering but not dimming. Around them, the battlefield seemed to hold its breath as a low, guttural sound began to echo in the distance—howls, deep and primal, like the awakening of an ancient force. The shadows at Number 1's feet stirred, shifting and twisting unnaturally, gathering like a living entity.
Number 1 tilted her head, her voice calm yet laced with derision. "Do you still believe resistance will save you, outworlder?"
Luna's lips curved into a bloodied smirk, defiance sparking in her gaze. "Not resistance," she rasped, her voice like gravel, "vengeance. Die."
The shadows beneath Number 1 erupted violently, coalescing into a monstrous maw of pitch-black fangs that snapped shut, engulfing her. The darkness writhed and shrieked, an otherworldly force intent on consuming its prey.
