The Fallen need not know their Vanquisher's Name

The woman with calloused hands, tense muscles, and a gaze full of hatred, charged at her opponent, sword raised high above her head. Her war cry, a beastly roar, echoed through the clearing as she brought down her weapon with all her might, aiming for the skull of the silver-haired woman. The sword whistled through the air, ready to cleave through steel and flesh, but in an instant, her opponent raised her own blade, stopping the brutal attack dead in its tracks.

The clash was violent. The metallic sound of the swords colliding rang out like a thunderclap. The arms of the woman with calloused hands trembled from the impact, but she gritted her teeth and pushed with all her strength, trying to crush the other's resistance. Her eyes burned with intense rage. "Tell me your name!" she shouted, her rough voice betraying her impatience.