A sorceress with crimson locks stands before me, her fiery hair and blazing eyes cutting through the darkness. She is clad in foreboding black-red armor, inscribed with ominous red runes that speak of blood magic. In her hand, she wields a sword enveloped in a crimson mist, its eerie glow running up her arm like a pulsing heartbeat. Her gaze is fixed on me with an intensity that conveys the weight of her malevolent power, as the air around us simmers with an otherworldly heat.