Sia, having dispatched her opponent, looked for an opportunity to assist Sin. She knew that Sin was shouldering the most significant burden in the battle, and she wanted to do her part. She moved swiftly, avoiding the ghouls that attempted to impede her progress. Her heart was filled with a newfound respect for Sin's abilities, and she was determined to stand by his side.
The moon cast an eerie glow over the chaotic scene, adding an otherworldly ambiance to the battle. Sin's determination to rescue Lita and put an end to the Mangeur D'os tribe's reign of terror was unwavering. He knew that this battle was not only about defeating the ghouls but also about restoring hope to those who had suffered at their hands.
Sia couldn't help but be astounded by the turn of events on the battlefield. Julia after finishing her battle came in front of Sia.
Julia had highlighted a crucial point – Sin's strength couldn't be underestimated. Despite the apparent level disparity between Sin and the ghoul leader, who had risen to level 70 during his transformation, Sin had managed to maintain the upper hand throughout the confrontation. This realization filled Sia with a sense of awe and respect for Sin's combat prowess. Julia's words had brought her a new perspective on Sin's abilities, and she couldn't help but reconsider her previous judgments. As they caught their breath amid the aftermath of the battle, she found herself mulling over the implications of Julia's revelation.
Sin's strategic use of his spear, combined with the potent poison of the Poison Dragon Emperor, had been instrumental in defeating the ghoul leader. It was a testament to his skill, cunning, and resourcefulness in combat. Sia couldn't deny that Sin's actions had not only saved their lives but had also avenged the innocent victims of the Mangeur D'os tribe.
As Sia processed this newfound understanding of Sin's abilities, she couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to overcome the level difference and emerge victorious. It was a remarkable feat, and it raised questions about the extent of Sin's combat experience and training. She realized that there was much more to Sin than met the eye.
Julia's assessment of the situation had shed light on Sin's tactical brilliance. Not only had he exploited the weakness of the ghoul leader's resistance to the Poison Dragon Emperor's poison, but he had also outmaneuvered his opponent, landing precise strikes and creating openings for himself. It was a display of combat expertise that Sia hadn't anticipated.
Sia's initial doubts about Sin's abilities had been based on ignorance and fear. She had judged him hastily without fully comprehending the depth of his skills. Her earlier misconceptions now seemed unfounded in the face of the undeniable evidence of Sin's combat prowess.
As the battlefield fell into a momentary lull, Sia turned her gaze back to Sin, who was now standing in front of the kneeling ghoul like a lonely cold figure. She couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him. The way he handled the situation, facing a formidable opponent and prevailing against the odds, spoke volumes about his character and capabilities.
Sin's determination to rescue Lita Woodenburg had driven him to confront the ghoul leader head-on, despite the level difference. It was a testament to his unwavering commitment to their mission and his resolve to save Lita from the clutches of Count Murmur. Sia realized that Sin's dedication to their cause was unwavering, and she felt a newfound sense of trust in him.
The battle had not only been a test of physical strength but also a revelation of character. Sia had witnessed Sin's unyielding resolve, his calculated approach to combat, and his ability to lead their team to victory. It was a turning point in her perception of him, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his presence on their mission.
As they stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, the moon casting an eerie glow over the fallen ghouls and the silent village, Sia felt a sense of unity among their group. They had faced a formidable adversary together and emerged victorious. It was a testament to their teamwork, determination, and the unexpected capabilities of Sin.
With their immediate threat vanquished, they knew that their mission was far from over. The fate of Lita Woodenburg still hung in the balance, and Count Murmur remained a formidable adversary. But they had taken a significant step forward, and Sia couldn't help but believe that with Sin leading their efforts, they stood a better chance of success.
Sin asked the leader, "Where is LIta, now?" Sin's determination to extract information about Lita's whereabouts was unwavering. He knew that the ghoul leader held the key to finding her, and he was willing to employ any means necessary to make the ghoul leader talk. Despite the ghoul leader's writhing in pain and resistance, Sin refused to back down. He understood that time was of the essence, and Lita's life hung in the balance.
As the ghoul leader continued to suffer, Sin took a step back and contemplated his next move. He couldn't afford to waste any more time, and he needed to find a way to extract the information he needed. Sin's mind raced with ideas and techniques that might compel the ghoul leader to speak. He was well aware that the ghoul leader's resilience was formidable, but he was equally determined to break through that barrier.
With a resolute expression, Sin decided to use a combination of techniques to incapacitate the ghoul leader further. He knew that the Silver Lotus technique, one of his abilities, would be instrumental in achieving his goal. This technique was designed not only to immobilize but also to induce excruciating pain without allowing any movement.
Approaching the ghoul leader once more, Sin's spear gleamed with the promise of torment. He plunged the spear into the ghoul leader's body with precision, ensuring that it would not cause a fatal injury but would instead paralyze the creature. The Silver Lotus technique began to take effect, encasing the ghoul leader in a shimmering, silver cocoon of agony.