Crystal holding an ancient evil

As Eve flew through the storm, the roaring winds and crashing waves seemed to bend to her will. Her black armor glistened with raindrops as she sliced through the tempestuous sky with graceful determination. The storm raged around her, lightning illuminating her path and thunder echoing her resolve.

Increasing her speed, she left Big Bertha and its crew behind, her figure becoming smaller and smaller in their view. The ship rocked and swayed beneath the ferocity of the storm, while Eve soared above, unaffected by its chaos.

The rain lashed against her face, mingling with the determination etched on her features. Her grip tightened around the handle of her hammer, the engraved skull at its center serving as a reminder of the darkness that coursed through her veins.