55 + Archdemon of Lust +

Luna, now engulfed in an icy stillness, braced herself against the encroaching horror. With a swift motion, she brushed her silver strands from her eyes, crouching defensively, her feet planted firmly on the ground. She knew maintaining her composure was crucial; without it, she stood no chance against the monstrous entity before her.

Despite her resolve, Luna struggled to summon her full arsenal of magic, weakened as she was. The demon, now on its feet, advanced towards her relentlessly. In a desperate move, she conjured tiny ivory daggers from her fingers, flinging them at the creature. The daggers, however, seemed futile; they struck its midsection and shattered, falling uselessly to the ground as the demon continued its relentless advance, undeterred.