Lucy ripped through the corpse puppets with increasing ferocity, each of her strikes more devastating than the last. Her every movement was filled with a ruthless determination, and her strength seemed to grow with every puppet she obliterated.
As she advanced, her eyes locked onto Bork, blazing with an anger that burned hotter than the volcanic air. Each step she took brought her closer to the man responsible for the carnage around them, and her expression hardened with every inch.
"I will make you pay for what you did," Lucy growled, her voice dripping with fury. There was no mercy in her tone, only the promise of retribution as she closed in on the now trembling Bork.
Bork's bravado shattered in an instant. The closer Lucy got, the more terrified he became, realizing with dawning horror that he was facing a force far beyond what he had anticipated. His initial confidence had evaporated, replaced by a rising dread that made his heart pound in his chest.
