The battlefield was nothing short of chaotic. The air was thick with the clang of weapons, the cries of soldiers, and the distant screams of men caught in the throes of their final moments. Dust and smoke curled in the air, turning the once-bright sky into a tempest of shadow.
Amidst this war-torn chaos stood a woman, her every movement a calculated strike, a flawless display of deadly precision.
Seraphina!
Her gaze cut through the mass of soldiers as she fought with a fierce determination that left no room for hesitation. She was a force, a storm in the flesh, and her skill was undeniable. With each strike of her blade, each calculated move, the enemy fell.
"She is Fascinating!" Xavian, standing alongside his brother Lucian, couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Despite the chaos around them, despite the battlefield still raging, his attention was riveted to Seraphina.
