Eve stands in the center of a desolate field, her expression grim and determined

Eve stands in the center of a desolate field, her expression grim and determined. Her silver hair, once black, waves gently in the wind, reflecting the dusk light. Her red eyes shine brightly, filled with a contained anger and pain that has accompanied her since the destruction of her tribe. The black wings, which stretch majestically from her back, are partially open, ready to take her to the sky at any moment. The newly acquired horns, after overcoming Caladrius's judgment, curve menacingly above his head, accentuating his stern gaze. She wears black leather armor, fitted to her body, adorned with silver details, which shine with a cold, metallic tone. Reinforced boots and dark gloves complete his outfit, giving him an imposing and impenetrable appearance. In her hands, Eve conjures a sphere of magical energy, a mixture of light and dark that pulses with power, ready to be released. Her expression is a mix of intense concentration and dark satisfaction, especially as she prepares to unleash her attack on her approaching enemies, seeking revenge and justice for all she has lost. The sadistic smile that appears on her face as she contemplates the chaos she is about to cause reveals the pleasure she takes in every act of destruction, a trait born of suffering and the need to survive. In this lonely moment, Eve is about to execute a quick and decisive movement, throwing the energy sphere with all her strength. She tilts her body slightly forward, her wings begin to beat vigorously as the sphere grows, fueled by her anger and pain, ready to explode and consume everything in its path. Eve, with the fierce determination to become the new Demon Lord, is prepared to destroy anyone who opposes her. Do it anime style