As Medusa flew, trails of crimson demonic light streamed behind her, and her body was smeared with molten lava. As she sped through the air, whipping her long tail, the splattering droplets of lava shed in a dazzling, breathtaking display reminiscent of fireworks.
True to form, Medusa was as cold-blooded and merciless in battle as ever, wasting not a single superfluous word. Wielding a pair of Half-Moon Blood Blades, she plunged straight into the ranks of the Three-Nation Alliance.
Medusa's terrifying reputation was no exaggeration; her might was utterly horrifying. Radiating an intense aura of slaughter, she carried the destructive might of a crumbling world.
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