"Let me show you why I'm called Sovereign."
Her words were a death knell, echoing through the cavern as the air itself seemed to tighten. The chains surrounding her no longer just moved—they sang. A haunting, metallic melody filled the space, reverberating deep within Daena and Nyssara's bones.
Daena charged first, her fists blazing with darkfire. "Enough with the theatrics!" she roared, launching herself forward. She struck with a flurry of blows, her movements relentless. Each punch detonated like a bomb, but the Sovereign was faster.
Chains coiled and danced around her like sentient beings, blocking and countering every strike. She dodged with ease, her smirk widening. "You're predictable," she said, slamming a chain down like a hammer.
Daena barely rolled out of the way as the ground shattered beneath her. "Nyssara, stop floating and hit her!"