Too Persistent For Your Own Good
A few minutes earlier, the wind swirled around the rocky outcrop, carrying a tension that could slice the air itself.
Rebecca stood tall, her posture exuding confidence as she slowly pulled back her hood, revealing her striking black mask that covered the upper half of her face. Only her dark red eyes, cold and chilling, glinted through the slits of the mask, capturing the world around her with a chilling gaze.
Her armor was a dark and seductive masterpiece, tight and spiked, aggressively accentuating her voluptuous curves. The deep cleavage that her armor revealed inspired both desire and fear in equal measure. She looked like a creature born from the shadows—dangerous, elegant, and dark.
With a casual flick of her wrist, a staff materialized in her hand, as dark as the void of space itself. The icy blue gem set into its top gleamed menacingly, reflecting the lethal intent in her eyes.