Third Person POV
Helen slowly began to spin the kusarigama. The heavy iron chain whirled around her slender frame in a hypnotic rhythm, creating a blinding circle of brilliant blue flame, a ring of absolute death and raw power that had been sleeping undisturbed within her bloodline for centuries.
The curved metal blades caught the flickering torchlight, scattering the reflection across the dark stone walls in jagged, broken fragments.
Yet, the intense fire didn't burn her skin at all.
It danced harmlessly across her fingertips, over her delicate wrists, and through the long, tangled white hair that had completely come loose from its leather bindings.
She took a slow, deliberate step forward. Then another.
At the far edges of the grand room, the remaining armored soldiers frantically pressed their bodies flat against the cold stone walls.
Their hands shook uncontrollably on the hilts of their weapons.
