Yuu stood gracefully in her crimson robe, exuding an aura of quiet dominance.
A single horn jutted from her head, and her hair flowed like liquid fire, red as blood.
Tall and majestic, she was mesmerizing, her flawless features framed by an ethereal glow.
She smiled, serene and unbothered, her silver-white eyes fixed on the crackling thunder above.
The first bolt of lightning crashed down, only to dissolve into nothing the instant it neared her.
Then another. And another.
Each strike of tribulations fell, yet not a single spark could reach past Yuu's presence.
The sky raged. The ground trembled.
When the tribulation ended, around her, the world had been charred black, except for the untouched space where she stood.
Beneath her lay Ace, his breathing steady, lost in deep slumber.
She knelt beside him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face.
"Master, rest well," she whispered, her voice as warm as a summer breeze. "You did amazing."
