Confused, Robrick shouted, "What the hell are you doing?!"
Elithira felt energy pulling into her body for a mont. Internally, she thought, "I haven't really tried to rip a soul before, but it's just like Father ntioned!"
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She saw a thread connecting her platinum soul to the man's weaker blue soul by a string, her frog hands gripping it tightly.
Confused and pained by the bladed shard, Robrick swung his hamr at Elithira and scread out to the King, "Help out here! Dragoon, do sothing!"
The Dragoon leaped high with his blade in hand, ready to strike. As Elithira planned to retreat to dodge the blow, the King waved his hand and commanded, "Back off, Dragoon." His words shocked Robrick, who couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Elithira, equally confused, didn't hesitate. She dodged the hamr's descent, feeling the rush of air as it narrowly missed her. Her lips curled into a devilish smirk. With a swift, agile movent, she spun around Robrick's strike, her frog hand piercing through his chest. Robrick's eyes widened, his breath escaping in a desperate gasp as his life force ebbed away.
The platform's cold, tal surface felt slippery under Elithira's webbed feet as she leapt away, leaving Robrick to collapse against the railing. In her grasp, she held a blue orb, slick with blood. The orb pulsed with energy, the remnants of Robrick's soul flickering within. "I'm not as good at this as I rember," she muttered, the words barely audible over the distant roar of the Dragoon.
The mark on Elithira's frog arm began to glow, burning with an intense heat. She winced, feeling her body twist and contort. The sensation was excruciating, every muscle screaming in protest. Monts later, she stood in her full form, the transformation complete but leaving her body marred with fresh wounds. Blood seeped from the gashes, her skin raw and sensitive to the touch.
The air was thick with the scent of iron and sweat, mingling with the acrid smoke from the Dragoon's earlier attacks. Elithira's breathing was labored, each inhale bringing a sharp sting to her lungs. She locked eyes with the King, her vision slightly blurred but her resolve unwavering. "This isn't over," she growled, her voice carrying a nacing edge.
The King chuckled and stated, "Actually, no, this was over the mont you were turned into a frog."
Elithira, confused, replied, "What do you an? You don't think you can defeat now, do you? Neither you nor the Dragoon can beat right now, even if I am injured!"
"That's fine. Your friends should be arriving in a bit, but by then it will be too late," the King said, snapping his fingers.
Elithira's eyes widened in shock as a familiar face she wasn't expecting to see erged from a purple square portal. "How the hell are you alive?! I saw you were killed before your planet went away!"
"I was given a second chance, and I plan to use it to the fullest. I, the Yami King, will get my revenge on that damned skeleton, the angels, the demons! Everyone will feel my wrath now that Erebos has gifted this chance," he declared, his voice dripping with malice.
Elithira chuckled, her smirk defiant. "Nothing you can do will save any of you."
"I would like to see you try," he muttered as Elithira took a deep breath, her wounds visible and raw. She lowered into a combat stance, her body tense but ready.
The air crackled with tension, the tallic taste of blood mingling with the acrid sll of smoke. Elithira's muscles scread in protest, but she ignored the pain, focusing solely on the enemy before her. The Yami King's dark aura radiated power, a reminder of the formidable challenge she faced.
Zooming toward him, Elithira aid her strike with precision her fist t a wall that shined with a black crimson that cracked as she made full contact before the Yami King swung his wrist out across his chest as dark liquid shadows erged from the ground aiming for Elithira.
Dodging each of Elithira's attacks with ease, the Yami King taunted, "So Erebos even gave you defense against ? That won't last long! I will kill you all, and then where will he cower from ?!"
Suddenly, a mocking voice echoed behind Elithira. "What do you an by cower?"
Her eyes widened, recognizing the voice instantly. Erebos. Spinning around to attack, she collided with his arm. The impact created a shockwave, shaking the ground and causing everyone nearby to stagger.
Erebos smirked, his eyes glinting with a malevolent amusent. "Did you really think you could defeat , Elithira?"
"Don't you dare speak my na!" Elithira shouted, aiming a fierce kick at Erebos's chest. As she moved, she felt a tug and noticed the Yami King had ensnared her with black liquid tendrils.
Before she could rip free, Erebos delivered a solid punch to her chest. "Everything is unfolding just as I expected," he said with a cruel smile. "You're all so desperate to save Ty that you don't see everything else crumbling around you!"
"Where the hell did you take him, and what is your infatuation with him anyway?" Elithira demanded, fury blazing in her eyes.
Erebos laughed. "He is sowhere where he is getting ready to help realize my dream of fixing this accursed structure. And I will enjoy having your support in it all."
Elithira, enraged, broke free from the bindings and kicked Erebos cleanly in the side of the head. He staggered, but quickly regained his balance, grabbing her leg and throwing her to the ground.
"You've gone weak," he sneered. "Which is exactly what I wanted from this whole ordeal. You just got your body back, and you're already struggling to maintain your power."
Placing a hand on her head and attempting to make eye contact before she released an explosion of energy with a loud scream before King Griswald appeared behind her slamming a sword into her back.
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