A crimson-haired enchantress stands before me, her fiery tresses and smoldering eyes cutting through the shadows. She is clad in menacing black-red armor, adorned with sinister crimson runes that pulse with the essence of blood magic. In her grasp is a sword enveloped in a scarlet mist, its luminescence flowing up her arm like vital energy. Her gaze firmly locked onto mine, I can feel the oppressive weight of her dark power as the air itself seems to ignite with an unearthly heat.