A crimson-haired enchantress stands before me, her fiery mane and blazing gaze cutting sharply through the shadows. She is clad in foreboding black and red armor, adorned with sinister scarlet runes that pulse with blood magic. In her hand, she grasps a sword enveloped in a crimson haze, its glow spiraling up her arm like a vital force. Her eyes lock onto mine, and I can feel the oppressive weight of her dark power, the very air simmering with an unearthly heat.