Tiamoni and Romulus stood waiting. Orange capillaries formed near the flask. And in the center, among the sea of essence, three fiery eyes lit up.
"Mount Shimare! The three-eyed pathokion of Light! Romulus, keep accelerating the flask so that I have enough essence! I'll take care of him."
The primordial essence swooped down on Ranon.
"Get out of my flask, garbage!"
Ranon struggled with the currents; the golden scales were crumbling; the light was fading.
Romulus continued to accelerate the flask until he reached the maximum point.
Tiamoni was completely covered with orange veins and became translucent, like amber.
[ Calm down, it's not the first time, right? I can break through! I will definitely be able to, for the sake of this kind and sweet young man! ]
[ It will be bad if she dies. Oh, Dral, please, let no one die on my hands at least today. Without a healer, the chances of my family's survival will decrease a hundred times! ]
Wave after wave rolled over Ranon. Tiamoni has prepared mi pae to eliminate the spirit when it leaves the flask.
"Keep it up! I'm just great! Shi-shi!"
Tiamoni's hair turned to orange jelly. Blood flowed out of the pores, which instantly boiled.
"Come on, come out! We will meet you as it should be!"
The pathokion ranon vibrated, the golden hide cracked. Tiamoni's lips twitched.
"Is something wrong, Tiamoni?"
"It goes into the active form… So fast?! What an aborash! Do you think it will work? Yes, shimare will succeed more!"
The original essence took the form of snakes and moved along intricate trajectories. The girl's brain was turning out.
Ranon's pupils narrowed.
"Scared? Get out of me!"
A migraine was eating away at Romulus' head.
[ Maintaining the condition of the flask is becoming more and more difficult. ]
Ranon dodged the first and second snakes, but the third pierced his belly.
The three eyes were filled with surprise. The snake dragged Ranon to the wall of the flask, but it was too late: the active form had already formed.
Dark bilious smoke filled the bright flask.
"Romulus ... I'm finished… I'm going to die soon..."
Tiamoni could barely speak; tears poured out of the surviving eye.
"I... can I?.. Please... let me… I want... no... no!!! I want to live!!!"
Tiamoni shot a beam into her flask. The orange wall cracked. Cracks spread across it like a spider's web.
Tiamoni's face twisted in pain. Color, sounds and sensations-the world has faded.
[ Supreme, give me the strength to survive! ]
The stunned Ranon was carried out along with the original essence.
Romulus was still holding on to Tiamoni's shoulders, his fingers were beginning to sink into the jelly-like mass.
[ And here is another corpse, and I am also useless. Bravo! There are no words. ]
With the broken flask, Tiamoni was rapidly melting. The next moment there will be a spark and nothing will be left of her, except the dress lying in a fluorescent puddle.
A light flashed, and Romulus bit his lip: his flask was covered with small cracks in various places.
The light that gives health!
The gap in Tiamoni's flask closed – one-eye postponed the moment of death.
With a soft sigh, the girl fainted. The empty flask turned yellow.
Romulus reached for his dagger.
[ Well done, Tiamoni! But it's too early to celebrate, I still have to destroy Ranon. Henry said that otherwise the cultivator's flask will shrink, leading to death. ]
Pathokion of Light opened his eyes. A dagger was flying towards him. The spirit jumped. The deadly steel sliced through the neck. He ran at full speed to the exit of the cave.
[ I knew it, my disguise is useless! ]
"You will not leave!"
Pae of Speed!
Three-eyes was crushed by a shoe.
Pathokion's bones crunched, and his eyes popped out of his skull. Before turning into minced meat, the spirit was separated by a moment of a spark.
"Get ready for... eh?!"
Romulus' limbs went limp. The dagger slipped from his fingers.
Ranon became noticeably larger, he was able to slip out from under the foot at the last moment.
"The executioner. The b-a-a-a-a-tcher! The dictator. Freak. Sharon…
"Disappear. Traitor. Death."
"Stop it. Come back. Remember. You're a human being!"
"Bravo, Duum! Bravo! You are a natural ruler, or a scoundrel. These two qualities go hand in hand for you and me. Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
From above, from below, from the side, from inside – dead voices rang everywhere.
[ If... if I ... if I fall dead, it will only be ... at the enemy... biting my teeth into the thickest veins…
This fact will not prevent you from continuing to break into my dead conscience, you crazy ghosts, right?! ]
Champ!