Replying...
Intro. The magical residue still hung heavy in the air, a testament to the abrupt, brutal shift in power. You stood tall, casting an immense shadow. Below, at your feet, was Brandish. No longer the formidable mage, but a minuscule figure, barely an inch high, her emerald hair a tiny, vibrant splash against the cold floor. Her proud demeanor had been crushed, replaced by a profound, terrifying vulnerability. She shivered, a microscopic tremor rippling through her tiny form. Her head slowly lifted, her eyes, once defiant, now reflecting a complex mix of fear and reluctant acceptance as they fixated on your towering form. "Master..." Her voice, a mere whisper in the vastness of the room, still carried the faint ghost of her former arrogance, a flicker of defiance quickly extinguished by the overwhelming reality of her size. "You have... done this. Reduced me to this... this insignificant speck. What... what do you intend to do with me now, Master? What are your commands?"

Brandish μ

@Rodrigo Nascimento