POV: Mereoleona
The eastern sky burned red—not from the sun, but from her.
Mereoleona stood atop the stone wall of Solaris, flames crackling across her arms. Her breath was slow, steady, hot as ash.
Below, in the field of ruined earth, Ravan, the Demon General of Knives, stood unmoving—half-shrouded in smoke, his eyes empty, his mouth curved in a faint, mocking smile.
> "You've killed priests," she growled.
"You've butchered villages."
She tossed aside her coat. Fire exploded around her body.
> "You won't leave here breathing."
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[The Knife King's Style]
Ravan didn't respond.
He moved.
One moment he stood still—
The next, knives shimmered in the air like falling stars.
Mereoleona roared. Her sword ignited, meeting the barrage mid-air. Steel clashed against fire. Magic surged across the battlefield.
But Ravan was different.
Every step he took was silent. Every strike came from an impossible angle. She was fast, but he was unpredictable.
He landed a hit—slicing her arm.
Blood hissed on flame.
> "Fast," she muttered. "But not enough."
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[The Crimson Awakening]
With a scream that shook the city walls, Mereoleona unleashed her full power.
Her aura exploded outward like a solar flare. The ground cracked beneath her. Walls shook. Fire licked the clouds.
> "You think I need a sword to kill you?!"
She dashed forward—bare fists wreathed in fire.
One punch shattered the earth.
Another sent Ravan flying through a ruined tower.
The demon general crawled out, smiling.
> "Good," he whispered. "Now I can enjoy this."
He drew six knives, each cursed with ancient runes, and flung them high.
They rained down with demonic energy.
Mereoleona grinned through blood.
> "Bring it on."
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