Nyra lay in one of the deepest, darkest pits of the underworld, the ground covered in ash and fragments of black stone. Around her, the remains of fallen demons and the scars of recent battles bore witness to the carnage that had taken place. The air was heavy, thick with the stench of sulfur and ancient blood.
She gasped for breath, each inhale dragging her body closer to collapse. Her strength was leaving her, yet her resolve still burned — an unyielding flame that refused to die.
Slowly, she pushed herself up, using the Kaburami for support, her body marked with cuts and bruises.
Her eyes glowed a fierce, electric blue, radiating an energy that pulsed from within. Above, the sky was an endless black shroud— and then, through the thick storm clouds, an imposing silhouette emerged. Red, piercing eyes fixed their gaze upon her.
Nyra drew in a deep breath, feeling the fury and the power of her blood coursing through her veins.
"It's going to be fun fighting the Prince of Darkness. If my father could do it… then so can I," she said, a defiant smile breaking through her exhaustion.
With a swift motion, she unsheathed the Kaburami, the blade gleaming with the dim light of the underworld. In a single bound, Nyra leapt toward the silhouette, ready for whatever awaited her.
The figure answered with a deep, thunderous laugh that echoed through the abyss.
Nyra gripped the hilt of her sword tighter, feeling the weight of Ulisses' legacy — and her own will to fight harder than ever before.
The duel was only beginning, and the entire underworld seemed to hold its breath to witness the next chapter of her story.
The horizon split open with shadows and flashes of combat as Nyra charged forward, ready to face the Prince of Darkness.
The echo of her determined steps seemed to whisper through the void:
"I won't fail. Not this time."