The thought of confronting Talon loomed ominously over her, akin to a dark cloud threatening to unleash a storm. Talon had earned a formidable reputation; he was notorious for his unpredictability and terrifying mastery of shadow manipulation.
His abilities extended beyond mere skill; they represented a direct challenge to her own dark magic. Every reflection on the impending encounter sent a chill racing down her spine, igniting a complex blend of anxiety and steely determination deep within her. The very thought of facing his shadowy powers was daunting and could easily unravel the strongest of wills.
The confrontation with Talon was not merely a possibility; it was an inevitability that approached with each passing moment, reinforcing the need for her to summon every ounce of her strength and prepare for the trials that lay ahead.
"I know," she replied, attempting to mask the nervous tremor in her voice. "What about you? Gale's no slouch either."
