As Scarlet's image faded into the swirling shadows, the knight took a step forward, his armored boots echoing against the invisible ground. "She's stronger than she realizes," he muttered. "But strength alone won't be enough."
The cloaked figure turned toward him, her movements as graceful as smoke curling through the air. "Which is why she must face these trials. She needs to learn what it means to carry the weight of the shadow's legacy. Only then can she choose her path."
The knight's voice turned cold. "And if her choice leads her away from us? Away from what she's destined to be?"
The figure didn't flinch. "Then it will be her undoing. But the shadows have a way of reclaiming what belongs to them, whether willingly or by force."