Bloody Lily stepped forward, her red armor gleaming in the flickering light of the flames that still danced around the magic circle. Her presence was imposing, a combination of grace and power that made all eyes turn to her.
"Let's see what you can do," murmured Surtr, his eyes burning with curiosity for this woman.
Bloody Lily didn't reply immediately. Instead, she raised her crimson sword, a blade of crystallized blood that seemed to pulse with an energy of its own. With a fluid, deliberate movement, she grasped the blade with both hands and brought it against her chest. An intense light, golden and red, radiated from the point of contact, and the sword began to transform. The metal melted and molded around her arms, forming a pair of intricately detailed gauntlets. The crimson gauntlets glowed with intense power, as if they were alive, ready to unleash overwhelming force.
Andrew, always excited, couldn't hold back a smile in anticipation of victory.