Alaria didn't know for sure what exactly was happening, but she had some suspicions. She had once briefly read about a celestial being that had taken the form of a sword. Apparently, upon arriving in Anush, it sowed chaos and destruction, inevitably killing its owner sooner or later. The last one was Merel, who just minutes ago stood before the destroyer of such celestials. There was no trace left of the few weeks he had, and now the three of them had to deal with the consequences of his arrogance. At the same time, it was an opportunity to show who among them was truly a defender of the planet. Well, the former inquisitor had no idea that before the bloody tournament, before the battle with the dragon, she would have to defeat a demigod.
Well, it's time to test the skills she has acquired during her time here. Focusing on the flame within and around her, pushing aside all inappropriate emotions, Alaria called upon the forces around and within her, confidently drawing the string of the bow she bought today. Her gaze is fixed on the only target – the ominous sword that hovered nearby. Inhale. An arrow, enveloped in flames, rushes towards its target. Exhale.