Erend''s fists kept pounding into Svena''s face, each blownding with the power of a sledgehammer. Erend wasn''t holding back anything.


    She felt the bone-crushing fiery punches that make her face bing an unrecognizable mess as mes seared her skin. Her eyes wide with terror and were no longer filled with malice but with the haunting fear of the past.


    The memory of the Dragonborn who had once almost ended her life surged back and she realized at that moment, that she was not strong enough. They had underestimated him just because they got the power from the Great Power, and now they was paying the price.


    "This is a mistake... I''m going to drown in my own blood... again..."she thought, the terror gripping her heart like a w. Her body that once full of confidence and strength felt weak and useless as Erend''s onught continued, unrelenting.


    Meanwhile, Mirava who still locked inbat with ar suddenly felt a deep chilling sense of danger. Her connection with her sister alerted her, she turned her gaze to see Svena''s being punched by Erend. For a moment, her world stopped. The sight of her sister being mercilessly beaten, her head almost unrecognizable, filled her with a wave of panic.


    "NO!" Mirava screamed, her voice echoing with fear and rage. She instantly abandoning her fight with ar andunched herself into the air, wings beating furiously as she soared toward her sister.


    Her face was pale and her eyes wide with horror as she closed the distance. She saw Erend, his eyes zing with fury, his fists and burning as he continued to pummel Svena.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Desperation overtook her. Mirava raised her greatsword, her muscles tensing and hurled it with all her strength. The de sailed through the air as a fast blur of steel before mming into Erend''s side with enough force to send him flying several meters back. He crashed into the ground then skidding through the dirt, but his eyes still burned with anger.


    Mirava didn''t waste a second. She catch Svena in the air and clutched her sister''s broken form, her hands shaking as she cradled Svena''s head. Tears streamed down her face as she took in the damage, the blood, the burns, the mangled flesh and few exposed skull.


    "Hold on, Svena, please!" she cried, her voice cracking. She could feel her sister''s pulse, faint and struggling, and the panic in her chest grew. "I won''t lose you! Not to him... not again!"


    Svena''s eyes fluttered opene slowly. The pain and fear clear even through her broken expression. She tried to speak but her voice came out as a whisper, barely audible.


    Mirava clung to her, her own fear mixing with anger as she looked over at Erend who was already getting back to his feet, his eyes still fixed on them like a predator locked onto its prey.


    ar flew to Erend''s side andnding beside him. The air was heavy with tension, the sound of their breathing mingled with the crackling energy from the battlefield.


    ar nced at his friend and immediately noting the unrelenting fury zing in Erend''s eyes. It mirrored his own, the rage he felt for the two woman who had dared to challenge them.


    "I''m tired of them," Erend growled, his voice low and full of bloodlust.


    ar didn''t need to respond with words. He simply nodded, his jaw clenched as he tightened his fists. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, their aura of power ring with a shared determination and hatred for the two harbinger of doom. They red their wings and began to ascend.


    Mirava, still clutching her wounded sister, felt the overwhelming danger as she saw the two Dragonborn warriors advancing.


    She knew she had to act fast or they would be both be dead. Desperation gripped her heart and she made a fateful choice. Raising her head, she called out to the Great Cmity, the ancient and terrible power she had sworn to serve.


    "O Great Power, heed me! Grant me the strength I need. I offer my entire soul!" Mirava said with voice filled with desperation.


    The response was immediate. From the massive swirling red and ck vortex that hung ominously in the sky a bolt of ck lightning that look massive and terrifying streaked down with a booming roar.


    It struck Mirava and Svena, enveloping them in a blinding sh of darkness and raw power. The air around them shook violently as the st wave erupted.


    Erend and ar didn''t pause. The st only fueled their rage further and theyunched themselves into the sky, wings propelling them forward with incredible speed. mes trailed behind Erend, while dark brown energy crackled around ar as they soared toward the two woman, their intentions clear, that is to kill.


    Meanwhile, the storm of chaotic Magic in the air around the battle also began to swell. The bolt that had struck Mirava had caused the vortex to grow, the tendrils of corrupted energy spiraling wider and faster. And then as if responding to the call for destruction, other ck lightning bolts began to crash down, hammering into the protective dome surrounding the pce.


    High above, King Gulben''s expression became increasingly strained. The king''s hands glowed fiercely as he continued to channel the chaotic and corrupted Magic, drawing it into his body and funneling it into the hidden dimension he controlled.


    But the toll was visible; his body shuddered as each bolt of ck lightning struck the dome and himslf, the effort of maintaining the bnce became an ever-growing burden. But he have to hold on.


    When the ck lightning dissipated, the transfer of power wasplete. Mirava''s body had undergone a monstrous change. Her entire frame had swelled to an enormous, muscr size, her skin rippling as ck veins pulsed under the surface. Her once-fitting red armor had torn apart under the strain, leaving her nearly naked and her massive form brimming with raw power and twisted energy.


    Her eyes glowed with an terrifying darkness and her breathing was heavy, each exhale like the growl of a beast. Behind her, Svenay encased in a thick, ck membrane that pulsed like a cocoon. She was unconscious, her body suspended and hidden from view, as if the dark magic was nurturing her for something more.


    Mirava''s gaze now filled with unrestrained fury and madness. It locked onto the two Dragonborn. She stretched out her hand and her greatsword responded instantly. The massive de shot through the air and flew back into her grasp.


    She gripped it tightly, her muscles bulging as she raised the weapon.


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