Agatha was panting as she flew up in the sky with her staff. She had exhausted most of her energy, repeatedly killing the souls that continued to rise again and again. Her brows drew together, seeing how the ashes were forming the figures of the escapees from hell.
She looked up to the sky and pleaded, "Son, hurry. We need you."
Feeling her strength draining away, she gathered up the remaining of her power to eradicate the same forces of Hades. She needed to do it one more time before deciding to rest.
Chanting a few words, more of her snakes came out of nowhere and they quickly ran across the battleground to turn the enemies back into dust!
Agatha's power was indeed supreme. She was very effective in taking down her rivals. The only problem was, the souls did not really die. Her attacks, altogether, merely gave the masters almost an hour of rest.
