Aria's body felt alive with energy as the lightning magic coursed through her veins like a torrent of power.
Facing the Beast King, she knew that she was stronger and more capable than she had ever been before.
Was it Lewis's doing? Ever since she was resurrected, she couldn't help but feel like she had grown far more powerful compared to before.
She couldn't be certain, but something had changed within her, and she was determined to find out what exactly it was.
The Beast King was relentless, his martial arts a display of pure, unbridled strength. Every strike was a thunderous blow, every movement a dance of power.
But Aria was not to be outdone.
Her body moved with precision, her magic guided by a will of iron. She felt an inner strength, a resilience that she had never known before.
She struck at the Beast King, her sword slashing through the air, her magic weaving a tapestry of lightning.
