CLANG! KLANG!!
The sound of clashing metal and deathly howls echoed across the ruins of the shattered city. Smoke rose from crumbling buildings, forming a thin mist mixed with the acrid stench of blood and burning flesh. The sharp, rotten scent of orc blood blended with the thick air of death, as if the whole place had become an altar of slaughter.
From the center of this chaos, a lone figure walked slowly.
Her steps were calm.
Her black gown flowed, untouched by even a drop of blood, despite the corpses scattered around her. Her dark red eyes radiated both arrogance and deadly threat.
Sylvia.
Graceful. Cold. And deadly.
Her chains kept dancing in the air.
Every movement was not just an attack—it was a dance of death.
Elegance in Chaos WHIRRR!! CRACK! SPLACK!!
The black chains spun in a spiral formation, slicing through the air, then pierced an orc from beneath its jaw and burst out the top of its skull. The crunch of shattering bone sounded like breaking twigs.
