The battlefield at Point Bow was drowning in chaos. The once-green fields were now a grim sea of mud, blood, and shattered steel. Arrows whistled through the air, bodies clashed in brutal cacophony, and cries of the dying echoed across the horizon.
At the center of the storm, Mariposa stood with blood dripping from her fingers, her crimson eyes locked on her opponent.
Ursula Yefie, the towering Blazzarene general clad in white armor, stood with an easy confidence. Her twin cleavers rested on her shoulders, and a wicked grin curled her lips.
""So," Ursula said, stepping forward slowly, her eyes narrowing. "Blood manipulation, huh? Pretty little tricks with floating gore. Let me tell you something—stone doesn't bleed."
Mariposa narrowed her eyes, scythe dripping. "Is that so?"
