The night was turning into a symphony of destruction, with the moons in the sky seeming to observe the confrontation with a cold indifference. The two women, one a desperate mother and the other consumed by madness, were caught in a duel that could only end one way.
— Let her go! — Karina commanded, her voice as cold as ice. She cast another spell, this time directly towards Atena, who was surrounded by a protective golden bubble, separating her from Deméter's arms.
Separated from Atena, Deméter let out a desperate, lamenting scream, like a wounded animal, but Karina had no time for compassion. She moved quickly, with one goal in mind: to protect her daughter at all costs.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Luana advanced. With her fingers gripping the sword's hilt, she slid towards Deméter with lethal precision. The blade gleamed in the moonlight, and the sound of steel cutting through the air was a cruel warning.
