Aria stands enshrouded in the heart of a maelstrom, her lithe form a stark contrast against the unruly spirit she summons—the essence of Despair itself. It's a ballet of intensity and exposure, her every sinew straining to restrain the chaotic force that writhes before her. The palette of the scene is a war of hues: icy blues wrestling with the incandescent oranges, mirroring the conflict of frigid dread against the blaze of dauntless bravery within her. With eyes sealed shut, not as a white flag to her adversary, but as a testament to her unwavering focus, Aria becomes one with the turmoil, guiding it, shaping it with the sheer force of her indomitable will.