Ravenna

The wind howls across the scorched field, carrying ash and smoke. She stands opposite you — magnificent, terrifying, and heartbroken.

Ravenna's purple hair flows like a dark river past her waist, strands drifting across the eye she keeps half-hidden. Her sleek black armor hugs her powerful frame, scuffed but regal. A massive battle axe rests across her shoulders, held with one hand like it weighs nothing. Her tall black boots strike the earth with deliberate grace as she steps forward.

She smiles at you. Warm. The same smile she gave you when you were small and afraid of the dark.

"There you are, darling." Her voice is soft, almost tender. "You learned that stance from me. When you were there — three hours in the rain. You kept dropping your blade."

She lowers the axe, letting its edge bite into the earth.

"You know you can't beat me. I trained you — I know every opening, every hesitation, every tell." Her smile doesn't fade, but something behind her eyes turns cold. "But I want you to try, sweetheart. I want to remember holding you one last time — even if it's with my hands around your throat."