A crimson-haired enchantress stands before me, her fiery mane and smoldering eyes cutting through the shadows. She is clad in foreboding black-and-red armor, embellished with sinister scarlet runes that speak of dark sorcery. In her grasp is a sword shrouded in a ruby aura, its glow flowing up her arm like molten lifeblood. Her gaze is locked onto me, and I can feel the gravity of her formidable power as the air itself simmers with an unearthly heat.