A crimson-haired enchantress stands before me, her fiery tresses and blazing eyes cutting through the gloom. She is clad in foreboding black-red armor, adorned with sinister crimson runes, each mark a testament to the dark arts. In her grip is a sword enveloped in a crimson aura, its glow surging up her arm like a river of lifeblood. Her gaze locks onto mine, and I can feel the intensity of her malevolent energy as the air itself seems to shimmer with an unearthly heat.