Cassandra's gaze dropped to the jagged wound in her chest, the crimson wellspring that had fueled her divine fury. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving with a mixture of exhaustion and a hatred so concentrated it felt like it could ignite the very air.
"I have been preparing for this fight for months," she hissed, her voice trembling with the sheer indignity of her situation. "I built the constructions... I perfected the Blood Oath coordination..."
"Every waking moment, every ounce of my soul was poured into crafting a cage that could hold a god. And you..." She looked up at him, her eyes flashing with a murderous, humiliated light. "You walked through my masterpieces with nothing but your bare skin..."
"You caught my blade with your hands as if it were a child's toy. And then, you had the audacity to tell me when my fuel would run out..."
"You didn't even look like you were fighting, Lustful Villain, but you looked like you were taking notes."
