A crimson-haired enchantress stands before me, her fiery tresses flowing like a burning river, her eyes blazing through the shadows. She dons ominous armor of black and red, adorned with sinister crimson runes that seem to pulse with the essence of blood magic. In her grasp, a sword shrouded in a crimson mist sends a pulsating glow up her arm, as if it were an extension of her very soul. Her gaze is locked onto mine, and I feel the oppressive weight of her dark power, the air around us simmering with an otherworldly heat.