Alaric stood calmly amidst the ruins, the cold wind whipping against his unyielding face. Before him stood Eve, who had completely lost her humanity, exuding a terrifying demonic aura. Her red eyes shone with wild hatred, while her body was enveloped in darkness that felt like claws gripping every corner of the space around her.
No remnants of Eve, once known as the brave rebel leader, remained. Now, what stood before Alaric was merely a monstrous figure driven by rage and hatred. Her breath was heavy, her growls sounding like a wild beast ready to pounce.
The massive black sword that Eve pulled from the dimensional space trembled in her hands, radiating a dark aura so powerful that the ground beneath her cracked. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what would happen next.
