Some time ago, the soldiers fighting the monsters retreated towards the wall to recuperate and recharge some energy. Elise also looked over the battlefield attentively to ensure Fiona would be safe. If she weren't, she would send one of the other maids in the mansion to assist her.
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The air around the bunker was heavy with hostile mana, a force emanating from the countless purple portals that scarred the sky. From those rifts poured grotesque monsters of corrupted flesh and jagged limbs, their twisted forms driven by a singular purpose: destruction.
But before them stood one woman. Aphrodite.
The goddess of love, beauty, and desire—though today, she was none of those things. Dressed in a flowing garment of ethereal silk that shimmered like starlight, her appearance radiated elegance that clashed sharply with the grotesque creatures advancing toward her.
