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She pulled her trembling hand away from her lips, staring at it in front of her face with disbelief.

The vital crimson liquid dripped onto the floor.

A bloodcurdling shriek of a dying serpent echoed through the darkness.

Lucrecia’s eyes darted in that direction, incredulous.

No… Damn it, no… He couldn’t have destroyed one of her greatest spells!

"KILL THAT BASTARD! NOW! NOW, OR I WON’T GIVE YOU ANOTHER DAMNED SOUL TO DEVOUR!" she shrieked, more hysterical than the very nightmares she commanded.

She could feel it—something was happening, something slipping out of her control.

She released all the mirrors, throwing the portals wide open. All at once, surges of magical power rippled through the air.

She dug her boots firmly into the ground, her hair whipping around her face as the violent winds howled.

Raising her hands to shield herself, she squinted against the onslaught.

The dark power she had gathered with so much sacrifice was… being consumed?

Lucrecia took a step back—this