Nuan's body became enveloped in a radiant white aura, a luminous manifestation of her formidable power. The air crackled with energy, pulsating with anticipation as she propelled herself forward, fueled by a singular purpose: to eliminate Charles Mountfill in one swift, decisive strike.
Every sinew of her being quivered with the intensity of her intent, her sword gleaming in the sunlight as it arced through the air.
As Nuan closed the distance, her eyes blazing with determination, she beheld a sight that sent a chill coursing through her veins. Charles stood before her, an embodiment of serene composure amidst the storm of her assault.
His expression remained untouched by fear or surprise, his countenance radiating an unwavering calmness that seemed to defy the imminent threat she posed.