Lity remained imposing, her loyal eyes glowing like embers in the ravaged forest. Her long braided hair swayed gently with the cool day breeze, while her dark lips curled into a cruel smile. In her firm hand, Lucius's neck trembled, his veins pulsing with desperation. The acolyte of light struggled to break free, his aura flickering between flashes of brilliance and impending shadows. But there was no escape.
Lity's fingers tightened around Lucius's throat, and her smile widened as she felt his bones begin to give way. The mage's eyes shone brightly one last time before his light was extinguished forever. Silence took over the place as his lifeless body fell to the ground, leaving only the echo of the shock.
With a predatory gaze, Lity raised her chin and watched her army, scattered like a ravenous swarm among the trees. Her command resonated like a sentence:
"Take what you want and kill as many as you can."
