Espada clenched the black-hilted scimitar, feeling the warmth of its aura coursing through her veins. The fiery wisp that had embedded itself within the blade let out a series of tiny chirps, seemingly urging her forward. Though her palm burned where the leather met her skin, the pain was distant compared to the renewed fire within her spirit. She had a weapon, a chance, and she would not let it slip away.
The ice golem continued to claw at the rubble, its massive form shifting as it tried to pull itself back to the surface. Espada did not intend to let it. With a powerful lunge, she launched herself at the creature, her new weapon slicing through the frozen air. The moment the scimitar connected with the golem's icy exterior, a pulse of heat erupted from the blade, sending cracks splintering through the thick ice.
