CLANG!! CLASH!! TING!!
The deafening clashes between Sofia's glowing spear and Sylvia's shadowy claws echoed through the air, each impact powerful enough to crack the ground beneath them.
Sofia gritted her teeth, eyes locked onto the Queen who attacked relentlessly. Every blow felt heavy, lethal, leaving no room to breathe.
But Sofia... was no longer trying to defeat her.
She wanted to bring her back.
Her spear began to change.
The holy light that once burned fiercely now shimmered gently—like the morning sun. She poured her every intention, her every prayer into the weapon.
"I'm going to bring you back!"
SLASH!!
The spear arced through the air, its path graceful. The sacred light didn't destroy—it pressed against the darkness clinging to Sylvia, unraveling it bit by bit.
Sylvia's body trembled. Her puppet-like, lifeless eyes flickered.
