She surged forward, her trident crackling with dark energy. Their weapons clashed, and the force of the impact sent shockwaves through the water. They grappled, their faces inches apart, the intensity of their gazes reflecting their unyielding determination. The Emperor pushed her back, his strength overpowering, but Ethel wasn't done yet.
With a guttural cry, she unleashed a torrent of shadows from her body, engulfing them both in a swirling maelstrom. The Emperor's light flared, trying to dispel the darkness, but it was too much. Ethel's power surged, the shadows growing denser and more oppressive, suffocating the golden radiance.
