Bethany seamlessly arrived at the forefront of the Scale Shield's fortress. She surrounded herself in a blazing halo, flames licking the air in defiance. In a daring crouch amidst the tempestuous fire, she became a living furnace, enticing the impending adversary to take the bait and step into the fiery trap she had meticulously laid out.
The blazing spectacle summoned a battalion of agitated Scale Shield guards, their urgency mirrored in the glint of weapons gripped tightly. Drawn towards the swirling cyan inferno, their vision veiled by its hypnotic dance, they approached cautiously, unwitting pawns in Bethany's fiery gambit.
As one guard dared to breach the radiant boundary, Bethany's predatory finesse came into play. Like a phantom amidst the blaze, she swiftly snaked her hand around the guard's throat, effortlessly lifting him from the ground with one arm.
The guard, trapped in Bethany's relentless grip, fought desperately against the unyielding force that held him captive. As seconds ticked away, his futile struggles echoed in the night as Bethany, with an almost poetic cruelty, commenced a slow, deliberate incineration upon him.
She orchestrated the transformation of her victim into a swirling vortex of smoldering ashes. The anguished screams of the guard harmonized with the crackling symphony of his incineration, until only the haunting silence of his charred bones remained.............
