Liria's breaths came in ragged gasps, her legs trembling beneath her. She raised her sword, the black flames flickering weakly. The odds were stacked against her, but she wasn't about to back down. Not against this towering, overpowered excuse of a monster.
"Alright, you overgrown reject of a shadow puppet," she snarled, tightening her grip on her sword. "You want a piece of me? Come and get it!"
The Revenant roared, its crimson core pulsing violently as it charged, the shadows around it forming jagged, flailing tendrils. Each step shook the ground, sending chunks of stone tumbling down from the ceiling.
"Oh, great," Liria muttered. "Now it's throwing a tantrum. Fantastic."
