The battlefield was a sea of blood, the aftermath of a brutal clash. Amidst the carnage, only two figures remained standing. One was a man, his appearance dark and sinister, yet his body weakened and frail. He glared at the woman before him with venomous hatred. She wore warrior armor from a bygone era, her form drenched in the blood of her enemies, the embodiment of relentless fury.
"You will never defeat me," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.
The woman, despite her exhaustion, smiled with quiet triumph. "I already have," she replied, her voice steady and resolute.
His eyes blazed with a ferocious intensity. "I curse your family," he snarled, his words laced with bitterness. "Every one of your descendants will succumb to madness. The world you seek to build will crumble in their hands."
She let out a laugh, a harsh, ragged sound that quickly turned into a cough, blood splattering from her lips. "You've already destroyed my world," she said, her voice tinged with both sorrow and defiance. "Now, I will have my revenge."
With a final surge of strength, she raised her sword high. The blade, stained with the blood of countless foes, gleamed ominously. With a powerful swing, she brought it down upon him. The man's scream echoed through the desolate battlefield as her blade struck true, slicing through him with lethal precision. His body shuddered, convulsing violently before disintegrating into ashes, carried away by the wind. In his final moments, he cried out, "This is not the end!"
The woman, her strength nearly spent, coughed again, blood flowing more freely now. She collapsed to the ground, her sword clattering beside her, dyed in her own blood. With trembling hands, she clutched her stomach, her thoughts turning to the unborn child she would never meet.
"Forgive me, my little one," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry I couldn't bring you into the world."
Her final words lingered in the air as she took her last breath.