Playtime Is Over

"Well, isn't that cute? Last I checked, death wasn't on the agenda today. You should worry less about my wellbeing and focus on not losing to someone who's 'already dying'. Playtime is over," Grace taunted, her voice dripping with deadly intent as dark vermillion veins spread across her face.

With a fierce determination, Grace summoned a surge of her Willforce, mixed with her affinity for darkness. 

She conjured a massive wave of dark energy, superheated by her dark vermillion fire, and hurled it toward the Thundering Reaper. The ground beneath the wave scorched and cracked under its devastating power.

Anna, ever vigilant, reacted with lightning speed. She transformed into a bolt of lightning, maneuvering through the onslaught with precise, zipping movements that blurred her form.