A scarlet-haired enchantress stands before me, her fiery tresses and smoldering gaze cutting through the shadows. She is clad in sinister black and crimson armor, adorned with unsettling blood-red runes, etchings alive with the essence of dark magic. In her grasp, a sword shrouded in a crimson mist, its luminescence spiraling up her arm like a pulsing lifeline. Her intense eyes lock onto mine, and I feel the oppressive weight of her formidable power as the air itself crackles with an unearthly heat.