Sansa vs. Adriana — or more accurately, Beatrice's puppet.
The battle had reached its climax.
After unlocking her version of Seris's armor, Sansa quickly realized she couldn't sustain it for long. Unlike Seris's composed ice, her shadows were chaotic — far stronger, but far more draining. The sheer consumption of stamina forced the princess to make one thing clear: she had to end the fight now.
But Beatrice wasn't about to give her that chance.
The witch kept her trapped, bombarding her from all directions with blades, spears, and spells — never leaving the slightest opening.
"You're about to lose… my dearest friend,"
Beatrice sneered, unleashing another ruthless barrage.
In response, Sansa wrapped her shadowy wings around herself, forming a cocoon that held off Beatrice's onslaught.
The defense held, but barely. Her stamina was running dry ... and it was only a matter of time before the barrier cracked.
Realizing this, Sansa's mind raced, analyzing every possible move.
